Terrorists: What the bigger army calls the smaller army.
By Sean Dempsey, 6/26/23 (Written as an homage to the song of the same name by Nickel Creek. The story is haunting and demanded to be told in full…) In a quaint coastal village embraced by the ebb and flow of the sea, there dwelled a young woman named Lily. Her radiant beauty and gentle […]
A “potato’s potato” the others would call him Not exactly rotund, but … nor was he slim. A stud for the ages, a chap— A warm face to slap on And gee golly we’ll miss him now that he’s gone! A head so divine: quite bulbous it was And smooth! Not even the wisp of […]
