There is No Such Thing as a Vegan

WARNING: Graphic images of butchery are included in this article I swing my heavy cleaver down onto the sticky surface of the stump, slicing through the thin bone of the chicken’s neck with a swift sureness that I have gained only through practice. The chicken’s eyes grow murky as life withdraws from them and blood … Continue reading There is No Such Thing as a Vegan



It's interesting where we find our peace. When we were children we found whatever it was that transports us to another dimension. For me it was reading, which is why the written word has always transformed my prosaic day to day life into something much more poetic. The ability of 26 letters and a handful … Continue reading Prosaic