Let’s put the kids in charge. They can’t do much worse then the current leadership. They’re not venal and corrupt. Maybe they’re inexperienced, but it’s hard to be more ignorant then the men and women who can’t keep our government running. Some day, the children of our young people would […]
Month: January 2019
Climate
What once was present, is now history, Such is the state of the earth in the present century! No one cares for the rising pollution and atmosphere, Riding on a car, each of them goes everywhere. Summers are hotter, winters warm, We’ve still got men who say – A little […]
Another Autumn
I’m in Tosantos Locatlity of the province of Burgos Sat in an “Ottoman” As a sofa In my room at ground level Listening the rain falling Getting me on nerves. Just stop raining! I get up And I’m going to the window Admiring The second grass That produces the meadows […]
Beyond the Wall
By Terence Wynne from Camillus, NY, USA
The Garbage World of Late Capitalism
The garbage world of late capitalism is quite fascinating when examined in its permutations and ramifications taking this 7-11 snack as an example wrapped in cheap non-biodegradable plastic that’s also non-recyclable so will end up, presumably, in some landfill or in the ocean where it won’t decompose for centuries in […]
Ease of Doing Work
By the Editor: Siddharth Sehgal Our government trumpets India’s rank in the of ease of doing business, though these rankings are just a relative idea and are open to discussion but at least they give you a good picture of how good is the ecosystem for doing business in a […]
The Missing Piece
Mahabharat- The Great Indian War Epic No problem is solved by wars We have angels and the criminals Crime’s akin to hairs and nails Which need trimming and cut, From time to time for they keep growing So, we must eliminate the crime, Not the criminal unless necessary Many centuries […]
The Trumpado Returns
By Terence Wynne from Camillus, NY, USA
Our Grievances; Our Cares
The two sects; why do they fight so? Forcing those defeated to toil under scorching sun, Killing our men, torturing our women, Bereaving that old mother of her son. Each sing praises of the deeds they’ve done Unknown to the world outside our little shell, The muse of these praises […]
The Mannequin’s Last Stop
her arms break off and the waves take them away roll them down the beach over and over until they’re gone. I wonder what the seals and dolphins will think when they see those white, disembodied hands reaching out to them from the depth, if they’ll recognize them as having […]