Monthly Archives: February 2015

Gitmo

A repost – ’cause it’s still open Tropical cages inhabited by human forms sculpted by the ailments of our time weak are the bodies but still alive huge eyes, white golf balls, fleshless frames of bone held at the Emperor’s … Continue reading

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Moment of Perfection

I don’t recall which day it was of the thousands I have lived when I realized that nothing lasts and what a shame it was that perfection is for just a moment before the downward slope begins. I don’t know … Continue reading

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For Michael – Thirty Years Ago

Thirty years ago today my son died in my arms. He was just nine years old and would have been ten that April in 1985. I can’t picture myself with a son who would be forty in a month and … Continue reading

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American Gulag

A concrete room seven by twelve measured by feet placed one in front of the other in the straight line I have walked for decades. . Concrete furniture permanently arranged table, chair, bed I have no right to move furniture … Continue reading

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ISIS Fangirls

A couple of days ago three “straight A” teenage girls, two 15 and a 16 year old, in the U.K. boarded a plane at Gatwick and headed off to Turkey, indicating that they were on their way to Syria to … Continue reading

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FGM and the Demise of Foot Binding – a Repost

the illusion Foot binding – “the custom of binding the feet of young girls painfully tight to prevent further growth. The practice likely originated in the Southern Tang Dynasty in Nanking but spread to upper class families and eventually became … Continue reading

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Patience and Prudence

At a corner table of a Wendy’s an old woman sits every morning bent over her paper, her coffee and half eaten egg patiently awaiting further attention. In the banality that is old age she thinks how little she enjoyed … Continue reading

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