Turkey Cooked as Visa Revoked

  US President Donald Trump breaks tradition and orders Thanksgiving turkey be deported. Drumstick the Turkey has had his pardon revoked after being branded a ‘Taco Turkey.’ Forty turkeys, including Drumstick and Wishbone, were seized when Homeland Security and US Immigration and Customs Enforcement (ICE) Officers raided a holding pen and detained the birds destined…Read more Turkey Cooked as Visa Revoked

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Clearing My House

Clearing my house, time for a change, spring can’t come too soon. As winter dwells with an icy grip in the hearts and minds of human kind, nature sleeps, regenerates. We change to reassemble the order of our existence while all around us slumbers, we celebrate, degenerate, decline, until spring returns, the earth’s awake, brazen…Read more Clearing My House

Do or Damned in Nebraska

Reblogged from: https://wordpress.com/read/feeds/67627324/posts/1670958202 Original story: http://business.financialpost.com/pmn/business-pmn/nebraska-set-to-vote-today-on-fate-of-transcanadas-keystone-xl-pipeline CALGARY — Five commissioners in Nebraska are set to vote today on the fate of TransCanada’s Keystone XL pipeline, potentially clearing the last major regulatory hurdle of a project once thought dead. The Nebraska Public Service Commission will be voting on whether the project, which would transport about 830,000…Read more Do or Damned in Nebraska

Unsuspecting

In the early mist of a winter’s dawn beaded dew hangs, undecided, cattle with laden udders puff balloons of warm air, huddle in the cosy comfort of each other, agitated, aching, cud chewing. The farmer, dutifully awake, strides across the field, stout stick in hand, marching, waking cadence, unsuspecting. a blinding flash, silent stillness, pausing,…Read more Unsuspecting

Success

My bedroom’s full of books, they’re creeping up the walls, my living space is tiny, what a landlord calls bijou, But if you live with room to breathe, don’t dream of artists’ garrets, it’s cold, it’s damp, the stairs are steep and narrow, the light strains dim in winter months, in summer, it’s an oven.…Read more Success

Death of a thousand Cuts

Don’t tell me it’s over if you still love me, that’s worse than lime juice in an open wound, death of a thousand cuts, open my heart, spit inside, like falling in a dream into nothing and nowhere, a chasm so empty, cries can’t be heard, stripping fingernails with rusty tweezers, death without dying. But…Read more Death of a thousand Cuts