'Iacta ālea est.' The die is cast. The storm would follow. Marcisus trooped with his legion over the Rubicon river, following their leader who had gone before them. Within days they would be in Rome. Pompey would be forced to flee. Rome would be torn apart. Marcisus saw it all unfolding. He had hoped his … Continue reading THE COMING STORM


'It doesn't even need a scarecrow, it's a wild flower border!' He stormed out the door, to be confronted by the ridiculous face grinning at him, atop patterned dress and handbag. He was all for equality, he was all for ending gender stereotyping, he was right behind the #metoo movement. But her latest statement was … Continue reading UNCIVIL RIGHTS