Eat, Pray, Leaves by Lochlan Bloom
Everything is new. I wander around this ancient temple. Vines creep over worn stone. The tourist book described it as an ancient treasure in the heart of the jungle. What a joke. This place is […]
Everything is new. I wander around this ancient temple. Vines creep over worn stone. The tourist book described it as an ancient treasure in the heart of the jungle. What a joke. This place is […]
Sitting recently with friends, the table conversation turned to the subject of crime & scandal – ever-present themes seemingly so liked by a society thriving on sensationalism, denunciation and Schadensfreude – the more lurid and […]
With a skull and a crucifix I awaited their arrival. We had known they were coming for three days now, the tapping of the needle-pointed legs gradually growing louder into a tortuous slow stampede. We […]
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