You Can’t Say That: A Dispatch From the Front Lines of the Word WarsBy Roy Dawson, Earth Angel Master Magical HealerThe air smells like old coffee and silicon fear.Men once crossed oceans with rifles and prayers. Now we cross Terms of Service with synonyms and emojis.The robots are scared of nouns. They stalk us like thin cats in a bad alley.We s

“One Last Swing”(A Prayer for a Miracle) By Roy Dawsoneveyone keeps saying nothing can be donewell I'm the one if we were all in battle in the trenches and we were out gunnedout numbered all hope was lost they were comming to kill all of us I would say get up and follow me because we are not just going to lay here and make things easy for them