Monthly Archives: December 2007

The only thing I can say right now is ROT IN JAIL

(trigger warning, ladies and lads) By now, many of your heard about the death of Aqsa Parvez. My sentiments in regards to the people who who did this to her are in the title of this post. My sentiments to the author of the following post on a Facebook group created in memory of ParvezContinue reading “The only thing I can say right now is ROT IN JAIL”

The Girl Who Loved Tom Gordon

A lot of people who talk about Stephen King tend to qualify their statements with a “well, it’s not real literature or anything, but at least it’s entertaining.” There is something very self-conscious about this. It’s like saying, “I’m not a pig-faced consumer of mass media like them other folk, or anything, but they wereContinue reading “The Girl Who Loved Tom Gordon”

My City the year before I was born

… With a whole lot less billboards and cars. Still the same City though. The home of Bulgakov like he would never see it – except that something about his descriptions of it is still tattooed on every stone, old and new. “Як тебе не любити, Києве мій?” The seeming benevolence of the City asContinue reading “My City the year before I was born”

Blood on the Snow

There once was a man who left his home after trying, and failing, to win the love of a married woman. He travelled for weeks, sometimes on foot, sometimes hitching a ride here and there. Sometimes his body ached with weariness, and sometimes the nights of the waning summer got cold, but he pressed on. OneContinue reading “Blood on the Snow”