Observing Death with the Stoics

I walked with the stoics to the cliffs of death . I peered over the same ledge, down into the same ice black waters . and I tried so hard to breathe in the rush of freezing ache . kicking and squirming and trying not to make a sound . while they sat with their … Continue reading Observing Death with the Stoics

Sackcloth and Ashes

The mask is off— the words hailed as a gentleman’s came from the face of a killer so hardened—or softened— by evil that he can sit down to eat with treachery— and not recognize the horror he has welcomed in our name. . The night is black, the skies are clear, and our hands are … Continue reading Sackcloth and Ashes