I'm writing a song called: "I'm a Dad ( Read more... )

You try to delude yourself that you’re something other than a menial servant. You cultivate a palate which you can’t really afford. Wearing a blindfold, you can taste the difference between an appellation Burgundy chardonnay and an Australian white. You can tell if the oak barrel it was matured in is French or American. You know which fork to ( Read more... )

For at least a week I’ve been steadily writing incident reports about the perimeter security. Some psychotic smoker, frustrated by the hospital’s overnight anti-smoking policy, repeatedly breaks the glass in the door alarms in order to escape for a quick ciggie in the wee hours. Unfortunately this means not only can all patients exit whenever ( Read more... )

Mark Calum’s heavy eyes strolled across a paragraph of his mystery novel without assimilating any of it. He turned the page, then turned back two, realising he hadn’t read anything for the last five minutes. He drummed his gloved fingers on the desk and took a deep breath to wake himself up. As he exhaled, his breath misted under the lamp ( Read more... )