Dawn in your eyes, stay woke. There is no truth in the fable of the self-made man. Success is reliant on other people. Even with the help of others success may still evade us. There are no guarantees, with one exception, without the help of others we are doomed to failure.
Cycles of light, cycles of darkness, round and round we go. Turning on our axis, not straying from our orbit, round and round we go. Progressives and Conservatives pass through the political turnstile. Round and round we go. We are the proverbial dog chasing their tail. Are you seeing a pattern here? We’re barking up the wrong tree.
I see a future with Jordache babies looking sharp in their designer genes
“Life is an exercise in futility. Ethos and pathos are disingenuous by design. It’s the lie we tell ourselves as we hide behind false faces and distill empty platitudes for the benefit of none and to the detriment of all. Humanity is an alien concept to most people.”
Writers talk a lot about world building. Equally important, but seldom discussed is world breaking and world restoration. Whether on the micro or macro scale, most of a story is spent during a time of world breaking and world restoration.
Like an arrow shot from a bow, “The Gest of Robyn Hode and Little Joan According to Alaina of Dale” flies swiftly, arcs gently and hits the mark. This reinventing of Robin Hood takes the titular character back to their roots in the early ballads, but with a twist. Robyn is a girl that identifies as a boy. Little Joan is a nine year old girl cared for by Wilma the woman in scarlet. They are joined by Much, the developmentally challenged miller’s son and Tuch, a forest priest in haircloth alb. Banding together they forge out a living in the greenwood as outlaws and their adventures would become legend.