The pain in me is like a light, a light that leads the way ( Read more... )

Sometimes, you extend so many olive branches all you’re left with is enough kindling to start a fire. These are the moments when you realize that the way is hard and poorly lit, that it’s getting dark and there’s poison in the well. After your body has finished making amusement park with the public and the branding-iron guilt sets in, when your ( Read more... )

The gangs have come to talk about peace. This should be interesting ( Read more... )

The different races on the planet could agree on one central tenet of colonization. Life is a forge ( Read more... )