I leave the confessional, light as air. I am absolved, my penance is a joy, to light a candle, kneel on cold, hard stone before the Our Lady’s altar, to pray, pray to her, the perpetual virgin, clothed in soft light blue that shimmers in the morning sunlight that streams through the cupola. I light my candle, I kneel, look up in supplication at Our … Continue reading IMMACULATE MARY

City of Whores -Part Three

Read the previous instalment here Part Three – Leah Chernivtsy formerly Czernowitz Ukraine – 2010 By the time their tourist party had reached Przemysl, on the sleeper train, Leah was tired, and starting to feel that sense of loneliness and depression that can overwhelm solitary travellers.  Not that she was the only single in the group but, despite her six months of study at the … Continue reading City of Whores -Part Three

City of Whores – Part Two

This is the second part of a four part story. Read Part One here Part Two – Okhsana Chernivtsy, (formerly Czernowitz) Ukraine – 2010 When Okhsana turned 16 she made herself a promise, that she would celebrate her 18th birthday far from this grubby post-Soviet backwater.  She was already tall for her age, she was athletic, start of a local girls’ volleyball team, she had long … Continue reading City of Whores – Part Two

City of Whores – Part One

ROZALIA Czernowitz – Austria-Hungary 1910 Oberkriminalrat Rudolf Krenek hated Czernowitz even more than he hated whores,the ones he controlled as much as the ones who worked for other pimps, the ones he hararassed and arrested when bribes were not paid on time. There were plenty of whores in the city, plenty of girls who were lured away by promises of glamorous work and easy money in Ottoman Istanbul … Continue reading City of Whores – Part One


“It is always by way of pain one arrives at pleasure.” – Marquis de Sade His Mistress set him weekly lines, 250 each time.  This task was tedious and irksome. It did not hurt but the repetition of the line burned the message into his soul. And his Mistress chose the lines appropriately. He opened the e mail and read “The lines that I require this … Continue reading THROUGH AGONY TO ECSTASY