If one has a moral compass, it is really not noticed when it is working. When it becomes broken, there is no longer a true north or south or any true directions. They are all distorted as are all feelings and perceptions.

Edward Michael Supranowicz grew up on a small farm in Appalachia. He has worked a variety of jobs, most recently as a teacher in an after school program for K-6. Some of Edward’s artwork has recently appeared or will soon appear in Another Chicago Magazine, Oddball Mag, In Parenthesis, Door Is a Jar, FishFood Magazine, Dream Noir, Penumbra, and other literary and art magazines. Edward is also a published poet.