by Paul Cudenec My usual means of expressing myself has long been the written word, whether during my quarter of a century in newspaper journalism or […]
Still Free
my true rebellion is in my refusal to submit to a lie that paralyzes the world
like a tuft of grass i sway with the wind
still free
We are Heathen
The spell that we have been living under all our lives is weakening, sister. The world is changing and everyone is just holding their breath […]
The world has gone mad
The world has gone mad again, And as the gulf between what is thinkable And what is sayable grows wider and wider I wonder what […]