Fallen Brother dear There’s a whimpering amongst the saplings, the more mature trees give heartfelt cry. The forest man, so fine and steady, who brought them all to life, has now laid down to die. There’s a mournful brooding ‘Les Paul’ in the corner condemned to play the blues no more. No magic riffs of […]
Ravaged and broken body no muscle left to flex and tall tales condemned to silence, by undone, struck dumb, muted, tongue. But I had the strangest feeling as I met his bright blue gaze; there was something in the eyes of this crippled mute man that could set the world a blaze. They say he’d
‘There is no Me without the We’! There is no Me without the We, and there is no We without the Me. These two must be held in perfect tension if egalitarian justice is to be. We now live again in troubled times of autocratic ascendency: When, braggart, fools, devoid of empathy, seek to polarize
What tales could be told of a friendship that has run unabated for nearly half a century? What is the nucleus of such a fraternal bond of love between two men? For when it comes to Tony, it is nothing less than this that is at issue. He was and will always be my main
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