The Ties that Bind

There is a sickening dysfunction in complacency and silence. That’s why writers write, artists paint or draw, musicians sing loudly; crescendoing the music despite the complicity and collusion of our tuned out world. They thrive on the edge of normalcy.  

It’s scary stuff being different. Having a story to tell; a muse that won’t leave you alone.

In my novel, Surrogate Colony, the problem with society, Microscrep, is when there is no ...