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Israel, Iran, and US Presidential Election

April 15, 2015 - 00:48 -- Admin

Mondoweiss has an article titled: Marco Rubio and AIPAC allied in effort to insert poison pill into Iran deal. The article describes a blatant incursion of Israel politics into the US Presidential election. Will this effect overall Israel/US relationships? Is it a bridge too far for Israel and PM Netanyahu? Or is it now par for the course. Here is a poem; read it and reflect.

Post Traumatic Stress: Azure, a Poem

April 9, 2015 - 00:36 -- Admin

I had no doubt about the necessity to write a poem on Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. Back in 2009 there were 7.7 million people in the US with the disorder. The prevalence has certainly not deceased. Here I give the background to my poem Azure. The poem is made even more poignant by a recent article in Salon saying that 240 drone pilots quit each year from PTSD. The poem has four stanzas.

Yemen: A Story of Saudi Brutality

April 7, 2015 - 13:25 -- Admin

There are three characters in my latest short story Yemen. Each has a separate tale to tell. The first lives in Aden. His house is bombed, his family slain. The second is a Saudi fighter pilot who delights in bombing civilian’s houses. The third is Barack Obama who puzzles over what do do next in Yemen. The story explores the helplessness of civilians in the current conflict in Yemen.

Yemen – A Short Story

April 6, 2015 - 13:21 -- Admin

Inside, I am alone. Outside people talk, walk, mingle, interact, perhaps even make love. Inside there is but I. My mother taught me to write I and not me. My mother is dead, her face bears a look of mild surprise. It lies in the dust two metres from her red, crushed, destroyed, body. Amidst the rubble that was my home. Amidst the bodies that were my family. It is quieter now. During the raids […]

Can Robots Cry

April 2, 2015 - 18:37 -- Admin

Clouds boiled. Not just blacks and greys, purple, crimson, all and every colour. Each cloud changed colour in the corner of her eye, so that when she looked again it was different. They hurtled across the sky swirling and were stationary. And yet, there was no wind. The land around her was flat; hills grew, towered, shrank and disappeared. There were rocks and there was flat sand.

A Plane Crashes. A Poem

April 2, 2015 - 00:57 -- Admin

Media repetitiveness. Once the media clamp onto a story it takes a week to 10 days before they open their jaws and search for a more tasty morsel. The cycle is that the media write it; people read or watch and expect followup; the media oblige. Next day everyone expects a bit more. And so it cycles on. A plane crashes. A Poem. Say That Again I will not have it said. Enough has already […]

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