GO BACK TO YOUR OWN COUNTRY

We are odd creatures, aren’t we? With the same information, we come to absolute opposite conclusions. For instance, there are people who think these four women below in the news clip inserted, are the lunatic. idiotic, anti-American fringe, while there are those who believe that without these women, our planet, forget about our nation’s laws…

THE CHILDREN OF BLISS STREET

WRITTEN BY SCOTT UTLEY “STOOPS TO NUTS” WOODSIDE-QUEENS-NEW YORK CITY A WARM SPRING DAY IN APRIL,1972. BLISS STREET IS A VERITABLE BEEHIVE OF ACTIVITY. STICK BALL PLAYERS OUT CUSS EACH OTHER FOR ATTENTION. A FIRE ENGINE IN FULL THROTTLE SCREECHES UP THE STREET WHILE VARIOUS NEIGHBORS CONVERSE FROM ONE APARTMENT WINDOW TO THE OTHER. THERE…

MY NAME IS PROPHET

My name is Prophet but they call me, ‘Hey, you!’ I am a penniless drifter shod poorly. I am diseased & despised. I sing for a seat near the hall down the path to the shed used by swine. I’m gleeful with joy for any place to dine. Crafty by circumstance, I am blessed with…