Our fingerprints don’t fade from the lives that we touch
“Our fingerprints don’t fade from the lives that we touch.”
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Poem – Mud Intimate (By Tricia Knoll))
Mud Intimate I plunge my fingers in mud and sculpt a twig spine, line of dirt deep massage for all the hurt sluiced through river banks and muck. I tickle the cherry tree root so its limbs can feel a hand’s warmth, a glow that stimulates stone fruit. In that line I poke a stone, rounded rock of muddied […]
Read moreJohn Stuart Mill Quote – Eccentricity In A Society
“The amount of eccentricity in a society has generally been proportional to the amount of genius, mental vigor, and moral courage it contained.” – John Stuart Mill
Read moreHere come the killer robots
If you think drone warfare has created some tricky moral dilemmas, said Robert H. Latiff and Patrick J. McCloskey, just wait until we start sending robotic soldiers into battle. Early prototypes of robots that can hunt down and destroy enemies with ferocious firepower are in development, and “what now seems like the stuff of Hollywood fantasy is moving toward realization.” […]
Read moreMichael Jordan Quote – I’ve Failed Over And Over Again
“I’ve failed over and over and over again in my life. And that is why I succeed.” – Michael Jordan
Read morePoem – MY COUNTRY SIDE (By Akeredolu Tope)
MY COUNTRY SIDE {Where old misty mountains adorn the sphere competing with the sky in height and glory and boisterous antelope’s race and hide behind the shrubs from *ogún’s intrusion} ~Akeredolu Tope My country side Where unruly old vultures scavenge on hot excrement Threatening even the carriers Of the meal, the happy children Pouring out yesterday’s fill My country […]
Read moreAnne Morrow Lindbergh Quote – Being Insincere
“The most exhausting thing in life is being insincere.” – Anne Morrow Lindbergh
Read moreGirls In Bikinis
“There’s just something really wrong about trying to lure people into a car wash using underaged girls in bikinis.”
Read moreCartoon – Therapy
Poem – You/Me (By Valentina Cano)
Ink dries on my skin the way breath does on yours. You have lost the way to this parched strip of land and I have refused the silence required to get to yours. We are stranded, mud stained and moist with moss-green regret, a galaxy of hesitations apart. Bio: Valentina Cano is a student of classical singing who […]
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