Some Thoughts

I: The Start of Your Ending After months of oppressive rain, London has finally become hot and sunny. Though I loathe wasps and bees, to...

The Second Coming, Excerpt Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, … The best lack all...

If the purpose of writing is to be honest, then I will start with a confession: I am blessed, as I was once told, with the gift of tears....

I Nothing seems to loom as large over my childhood as much as the portrait of my grandfather that hung in our apartment. Our household...

The Valley, 1977 What he disdained most about today’s youth was their inability to deal with the oppressiveness of the heat. To be a true...

It is certainly romantic. Perhaps I would even call the world I have now occupied for the last week to be poetic. There is a freshness to...

The height of poignancy in literature is reached when Albert Camus poses his mission: to answer the philosophical question of suicide,...

How do I start a brand new project of mine in times like this? As the world revels in the fear and anxiety of a global pandemic, I find...