The Silver Crown

Just finished rereading The Silver Crown by Robert C O’ Brien, which I first read in 1979-80. Can’t make up my mind whether to review it or not, since I’m way more interested in how the symbolism influenced my moral choices at the time. Turns out it’s the missing link I didn’t know I wasContinue reading “The Silver Crown”

High Altar

A LONG long time ago in a far off town, some friends and I were invited to a swanky party at an abandoned Victorian monastery that had been converted into a corporate events venue. Rumour had it that back in the day the monks used to run their own moonshine. II ON FINDING ourselves aContinue reading “High Altar”

Brothers in Arms

TO THE strains of Dire Straits, I am surrounded by battle in its last throes, a sea of mud everywhere. These fields of destruction, baptisms of fire, I’ve witnessed your suffering, every man has to die … But not just yet. A trapped horseman is pulled from between his fallen mount and the mire. Am I theContinue reading “Brothers in Arms”

Brothers in Arms

TO THE strains of Dire Straits, I am surrounded by battle in its last throes, a sea of mud everywhere. These fields of destruction, baptisms of fire, I’ve witnessed your suffering, every man has to die … But not just yet. A trapped horseman is pulled from between his fallen mount and the mire. Am I theContinue reading “Brothers in Arms”