My exit was no laughing matter, wrenched as I was from the shores of a superpower. When I was called to the capital I knew that I was headed for much smaller quarters than my Manhattan office, a stall, a room smack-dab in the middle of a massacre.
Musings from one dead bird
|A few billion Christians can be wrong|
|A flower will take to the wind to escape the inevitable, scent is the swell of its vanishing, unless it’s potted, then there’s no drama.|
|How many African Rhinos does it take to fill your tank with petroleum? Answer: All of them|
Claudio Gaudio is the Toronto-based author of the new novel Texas.