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
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Claudio Gaudio is the Toronto-based author of the new novel Texas.