Shot that Albatross

Dad used to read to us Samuel Taylor Coleridge’s seven-part poem The Rime of the Ancient Mariner from an old blue pocket-size book wrapped tightly with transparent plastic. The way he read it used to give me the chills, especially when his voice dropped to a ghostly whisper at the part where the ghost ship […]

I’m Not Here

Radiohead’s How To Disappear Completely was playing on loop in the background. I should be writing on alternative dispute resolution. That there, that’s not me I go where I please I reached for a pencil. Paper. The back of some old criminal law notes will do. Strange. I never draw on new paper. I walk […]