Some of the world's highest achievers have one thing in common: it isn’t a high IQ, nor is it an incredible lucky streak, but their appreciation for reading. Books were their most profitable investment. by Sandra Wu Two teenage boys found employment at a grocery store in Omaha, Nebraska. The older boy, from a poor…Read more The Reading Habits Of Highly Successful People
Leaked documents and public records reveal a troubling fusion of private security, public law enforcement, and corporate money in the fight over the Dakota Access Pipeline. read more
This is it, there's no turning back. But his mind rambles, he fidgets, distracted. He thinks of her words, they ring in his ear. He tries to shake it off, concentrate on the task at hand. In the end, he can't pull the pin. Her words echo, you can't commit.
Commentary: Pundits reported Tuesday June 6 that Donald Trump, at an Oval Office meeting of high-level Republican leaders, suggested that his proposed border wall incorporate solar panels, the goal being to sell electrical power as a way of funding the Wall's construction. According to Jonathan Swan at Axios, Trump described to assembled Republican Congressional leaders his image…Read more Trump’s Solar Border Wall Idea Won’t Work in the Real World
A small group of people knows what the public doesn’t, and that’s ripe for scandal. By George Zornick https://www.thenation.com/article/who-is-getting-rich-off-the-secret-health-care-overhaul/
I've posted this in response to Robert Okaji's powerful poem, Political Haibun, https://robertokaji.com/2017/06/22/political-haibun/ https://youtu.be/ZXHckAFMzaw My telephone rang one evening, my buddy called for me Said the bankers are all leavin', you better come round and see It started revelation, they robbed the nation blind, They're all down at the station, no banker left behind.…Read more No Banker Left Behind – Ry Cooder
Poetry doesn't come easy to me. I can't crack off a haiku as fast as I might a 50 word story. My poems aren't mathematical and the only 'metric' I know is the beat and rhythm dictated by my thoughts and words. Yesterday was a hot day in Dublin. It was also the longest day…Read more Home is Where, a poem
A police detective I once knew was asked to investigate a 'suspicious death' in a rural province in Ireland. The body lay, face down, in an abandoned building with a large knife driven so hard through his back, it was embedded in the floor. "It's a clear case of suicide," he joked. The Man Who…Read more ‘A clear case of suicide.’