Paul Lojeski: Early summer morning every-where, a slight breeze across calm, self-assured faces, not an angry word heard or gesture seen nor the blood
Paul Lojeski: what floated my way like a pile of radioactive garbage rolling over from Japan was a sales position in the glamorous celebrity-filled world of fluorescent-light-loving sales by phone, more commonly known by its generic name, telemarketing.
Paul Lojeski: But who needs digital fakes, when terror’s all too real. Go on, peek in the mirror. I dare you.
Paul Lojeski: In Nigeria Fanatics kidnapped 234 girls from school (school!) and they haven’t been seen or heard from since.
Paul Lojeski: This Blank Page stares at me like all the unanswered questions I’ve saved up over time, the ones bulging out of the drawer over by the window, the ones shouting and bellowing and whispering…