Book Review: On the Canvas of My Soul – She came in like a wrecking ball

I look up. A man is staring at me. Slowly he kneels. I reach out. He’s no illusion. I can touch him and he doesn’t disappear. I study his face – a foreign face, smiling and frowning at the same time, as if he is about to cry. He sees something in me. Is it... Continue Reading →

Book Review: Vic Boyo, Doofus Detective – A Dame, Two Murders & Several Idiots

He held his black fedora in his hands and twitched his mouth nervously. He wasn't tall at all and wore a narrow, false-looking mustache. His thinning hair was oily and combed back from his wide brow. I couldn't help but notice a bulge in his suit, but he wasn't happy to see me. - Vic... Continue Reading →

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