Swindling death–or divine mercy
Eight hours after dodging death I delivered a qualified account of the incident to my father. He went to see the place—drove there in the old Newport—leaving me...
Category: Humour
This poem is intended for single use only
This poem is intended for single use only and is taken entirely and only from the copy on a Starbucks cup, with sleeve. No words were omitted or wasted in the m...
Do spirits believe in the existence of humans?
Assuredly, those who move among us unseen, who slide blindly by mirrors and see each other as wisps of smoke, inadvertently riffling curtains, accidentally star...
Newt Gingrich–A rapture-ready presidency
What do you do when your marital record has been somewhat elastic, your concupiscence keeps getting called up, your chaste is besmirched, you don’t have a...