An ode to The Donald (and his worshipers)

‘Twas a couple of weeks before Solstice, and all through the land Too many creatures were stirring, it was getting out of hand; The stockings were put over faces with care, Spreading fear all around to there, there and here; The children were hiding deep under their beds; While visions of terrorists danced in their ... Read More

Eye of the beholder

I am tired. This is not new. I doesn’t help that I don’t exercise properly, or that I don’t eat right, or have a regular sleep schedule. But it is more than that. I m tired of living in a blind world; a world that chooses personal comfort over some one else’s suffering; a world that thrives on out of ... Read More