Quandary, of Sorts


  Do we act on change for the sake of it? Or, do we stay with the tried and true, cause it’s the thing to do? Do we continue to conserve and preserve bankrupt polices and outdated ideas while thousands die in foreign lands and here hundreds of thousands more rush head long into poverty,…

Old Man


Like an image from an Ansel Adams photograph, his dark brown skin stretched thin over a face that has seen better days. He hurried down the avenue at a pace that belied the need for the walking stick he held tightly by his side. Where was he hurrying to? Where was he hurrying from? Was there…

Too Long Tired


One more mountain, One more valley, One more river to cross. One more sorrow, One more heart break, One more disappointment To overcome. One more dashed hope, One more lost dream, One more cry for help, When there is none. One more broken spirit, One more unanswered prayer, One more search for reasons why. One…