MB recently told me to put more writing on my site. Okay MB; who am I to resist peer pressure? This one's from the beginning: the very first piece I had published, in a literary journal from Newfoundland called the Fiddlehead , way back in the autumn of 1998. (It's also the very first thing I ever submitted, anywhere, which set a rather bad precedent in terms of future expectations.) -------------- The Seven of Cups I've got some real thematic power in my hands today. Here we have Boudica crawling on her big, red belly while the Romans execute a lesson in sword-hard discipline to wild-eyed savages flailing in the mud. (They look just like us.) And here. Machiavelli becomes an adjective for the cunning and diabolical by simply telling the blue-bloods the truth about the most effective ways and means of spilling the red. And look at this: Napoleon teaches the whole wide world about monuments to posterity; a colossus of ego made diminutive on a tiny island. Real iron-fisted st
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