It Happened To Savita Halappanavar. Vigil outside Belfast City Hall. The answer is more convoluted than that.

Unintentionally Delayed, Must Read Update! Posted in Special Editions. Hello, my lovelies! It has come to my attention that a lot of you think that The Vigil Idiot has been dead for a while. I know, I know! My bad, you guys! Student Of The Year.

A fund-raiser for Karen DeLabar. Is now available in paperback. Continue reading to learn why we put together this short story anthology for our friend as a fund-raiser to help pay for medical and rehabilitation costs. Karen lives her life with her heart on her sleeve. She is a warrior for life and a champion of love. Is now available in paperback. There are 39 stories by 40 talented authors. All stories center around the theme, .

The ramblings of a cynical hippie. Tuesday, August 13, 2013. All my fiction has now been updated and streamlined! You can find it all at. Monday, June 17, 2013. I still remember the day I met her. My hair was in tangles all about my face, just like hers was. We were both soaked to the bone from the pouring rain, and looking for refuge from the downpour, anything to guard us from the ominous clouds overhead.

This is a performance about the human search for Truths-within and without-and the unexpected places it takes you. You take pictures like there is no tomorrow. Away from all the chaos, she ran into the open terrace, looking down at the lonely midnight streets.

Pearly fangs grow purple with perseverance. And Orange heart cold with melancholic love. I had at one point tried to own the crowd. But my glass slippers have now shrunk in the rain. Remember, we were bosom buddies once! But I grew old I grew sober I grew quiet. I am alone in the dark heaven outside your door. I broke your vase and you lost my number. Fresh Fangs grow brown and rust in exile. And something silly gnaws at my lifeboat. Happiness however false, friends.

Stories to go with your day. I still remember the day I met her. My hair was in tangles all about my face, just like hers was. We were both soaked to the bone from the pouring rain, and looking for refuge from the downpour, anything to guard us from the ominous clouds overhead. She drew me in I had been following her from two streets away, captivated by her bright, beautiful smile, a smile full of love, that drew me in when I looked at her and she crinkled her nose at me.