Lone Star Parson

  In the first second of forever I saw a discarded mask, as if a broken fragment of a child's toy, an epitaph, resting on the tarmac. I...

It's been a busy couple of days, not least with editing a behind schedule magazine. Imagine staring at a screen and asking yourself...

The local food bank was taking delivery of a big shipment this morning so I lent a hand unloading the truck. This meant I had to wear a...