Lately I've begun to feel the urge for fiction, after some decade long haitus as a mad scientist, somehow the imp of the perverse is again rearing its homely head and demanding to be heard. He's a vicious task master. I don't know when, if, how and why the urge might return but I feel certain that it will. So I'm just throwing this out there now but don't be surprised if poems, short stories or flash fictions appear out here from time to time for your perusal and commentary. Hang tight and hold onto your shorts..