A number of artists and photographers have gathered under the Milkshake initiative to explore what the ‘queer body’ means, complicated by the (largely Catholic) context of contemporary Maltese society. This ongoing project is worth a look, and the crew have generously donated a sample of the works to Schlock. Enjoy them below. *** Photo by
Year: 2012
In desperate hopes of boosting hits and notoriety to both Schlock and this column, I was going to review controversial local (as in Maltese) documentary Dear Dom. Unfortunately, unlike some other reviewer , I cannot review what I didn’t bother to watch. Damn you, ethics! Talk on DOM MINTOFF, most divisive of Maltese politicos (he
Hugo Calibri had not planned to die so soon. He pulled up the shade on his living room window a crack, just enough to glimpse the front yard. He had a sleepless night. Still in his pajamas, he raised the shade to get a better look at the driveway, while rubbing the stubble on his
At a speed that could almost warp reality, Celer’s hooves flung mud from the road into the dark night beyond Parthicus’s vision. He could feel his gladius hilt catch against his chestplate’s ribs. It hurt, but they would be there soon. Parthicus ignored the pain and kept on. He looked over his shoulder for Mark’s
Marsha stood in the doorway, hands on her hips like Mom, exuding that older sister attitude Mark always adored. “Chuck saw you.” He pulled a dry T-shirt from his dresser and tugged it over wet, disheveled hair. “Better beat it,” he said, yanking out a pair of shorts. “Unless you like getting mooned.” She cursed
There was no mistaking the ziggurat for the mountains when I looked westward. The temple glittered with reflections of the sunrise and dwarfed the adjacent Rockies. I put the van into gear and pulled onto I70. There was no precise count of how many members of the Church of the Sun were in the ziggurat,
Illustration by Mark Scicluna by Christian Larsen Burge loved Klugman Hall like he loved an old friend. Smelling of generations of varnish, oil and lead paint, it was one of the few places that made him feel young, because goodness knew, he was older than just about everybody else on campus. The old building hadn’t