The Bow And The Arrow. The growing collection of short fiction and novel previews. This is neither the beginning nor the end of my journey. The Bow And The Arrow.

THE FLOOD PLAIN, POEMS BY CHARLIE HOPKINS The silence after a question that has no answer goes on forever. THE FLOOD PLAIN, POEMS BY CHARLIE HOPKINS. The silence after a question that has no answer goes on forever. Big cloud tumbling high, the amazing flying sky. How the gulls are pillaging the town. ADVAITA HEART, NONDUAL DEVOTION BY RAFAEL STONEMAN.

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Things I Remember, In No Particular Order. How important is truth? I know that I have a particularly strong aversion to things that are not true. For instance, I am an atheist. I find absolutely no comfort in the idea of god. Indeed, I find the whole social construct annoying. Why should I care if other people believe? So why why why must I care so much? So I try to learn to write stories? Once upon.

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Notes and insights for short fiction enthusiasts. The Master of the Unspoken. Uncle Saadat and the Great Manto. In his moving memoir Uncle Manto Hamid Jalal draws a distinctive line between the private man he knew and the public figure Manto. My Top Ten Science Fiction Stories. A World of Short Fiction.

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