Purim & My Bangladeshi Friend
Not so long ago I used to commute by train from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania (where I lived) to Wilmington, Delaware (where…
Día de los Muertos
They all come for the celebration. Dead And undead alike. Their wild-eyed mask Adorning skeletons. Eating and drinking For the…
Cryptanalysis of the Enigma
there are things about myself I cannot decode here I am in the tube, Croxley, Watford, at the end of…
Poison Packets and Little Capsules: A Review
Let me preface this review by saying that I am no musical expert. However, I do have ears and strong…
The Age of Neo-Feudalism: A Government of the Rich, by the Rich, and for the Corporations
The pomp and circumstance of the presidential inauguration has died down. Members of Congress have taken their seats on Capitol…
Choking on a Dream
I just like imagining somebody choking to the tune of Jock Jams. Is there something wrong with that? If so,…
The Only One
Ever took the stairs slowly, each step getting a bit harder than the last to hoist up her hundred-pound body.…
Sleeping Through a Revolution: It’s Time for President Obama to Wake Up to the True Legacy of Martin Luther King Jr.
As one who came of age during the civil rights era, I was profoundly impacted by the life and teachings…
A Beleaguered Search
I hardly knew my old friends; nevertheless, when they said they were coming I felt obliged, from the same sense…
