I’m moving house tonight and won’t have internet access for a while, so I’m posting this week’s Fiction Friday a day early.
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You might think that day would be forgotten, lost in the cacophony of days since.
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He is alive, though death would be better, I think.
war
Open Letter To America
Dear America, I am writing to express my concern over the direction in which you seem to be heading. You used to be ‘the home of the brave, the land of the free’, the cool kid who the rest of… Read More ›
Random Note #7
Today, on this ANZAC Day, I honour the memories of all those who have fought for our freedom and the freedom of our children and grandchildren. I honour those who have died in battle. I honour those who suffered and… Read More ›
‘Dulce Et Decorum Est’ by Wilfred Owen
Bent double, like old beggars under sacks, Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge, Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs And towards our distant rest began to trudge. Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots… Read More ›
Rafferty's Rules is Closing Down 