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Patience and Prudence
A re-post from a year ago. 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 … Continue reading
“Less Government” and the Social Contract
A re-post for the upcoming election season – not that it changes anything “In its majestic equality, the law forbids rich and poor alike to sleep under bridges, beg in the streets or steal a loaf of bread.” Anatole France … Continue reading
Refugee
We left our home in novecento left padrone and prominenti ‘Ndrangheta and the priests the almond trees for golden streets. I wasn’t born with dreams like yours; tending trees I would never own; almond butter, a crust of bread before an … Continue reading
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Tagged almond trees, boat people, coming to Italy, dreams, happy children, Hope, Italy, Lampedusa, Libya, old age, Palermo, poetry, refugees, rescuing refugees, Sicily, small house, syria, Tripoli
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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
“Less Government” and the Social Contract
“In its majestic equality, the law forbids rich and poor alike to sleep under bridges, beg in the streets or steal a loaf of bread.” Anatole France – 1894 I’ve actually seen the line translated as “piss in the streets” … Continue reading
