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Letter’s to the Editor     Dear Sir: I read the rebuttal to your article on Edgar Cayce. Mr. Kenneth Crosby’s suggestion that things outside the jurisdiction of scientific verification are quackery and deception, is rather dogmatic. I too am sceptical with regard to claims of psychic abilities, but for quite different reasons.  My own skepticism is

  Glosa For Time     Strange planet and strange people on it  They yield to time but they don’t want to recognize time  They have their ways of expressing resistance  They make pictures such as this  Wislawa Szymborska  “People on the Bridge”  The past is a foreign country  you pour over old photographs  wonder

Non-Sequiturs, Anyone? By Bob Tennison   Claire and David were ecstatic when she gave birth to identical twin boys; they had difficulty telling them apart until she had a small leather band made for Tommy Gene’s wrist. When Claire’s father died, the boys were old enough to travel. They flew to Boulder, Colorado for his

Gringas & Guacamole By Gail Nott The Path Traveled Only Once   It was becoming increasingly difficult to concentrate and steer the SUV; the weight of the sleeping two year old was causing my arms to go numb. In the passenger seat, the old Mexican grandmother, shrouded in a black shawl, was muttering the Rosary.

My Interview With April Glickenglopper By Lisa Jorgensen www.mexicoexpatpress.com    What brings you to Mexico? I came here looking for my husband, actually. He went out for a newspaper, and never returned. This was years ago, and at first it was a relief, you know. But a friend of mine sent me a YouTube link of

The NRA vs. AMERICA Compiled by Beverly Bandler   Americans have to decide whether the National Rifle Association and the gun industry should continue to corrupt and control our political system—whether the NRA with an estimated 3 million membership and a management dominated by firearms manufacturers should elect politicians and determine public policy for 315

Against The Dying Of The Light     As Nature sentences the land to dieIt screams its last appeal in blazing leafExploding ‘gainst the shortened days. So IInvoke all powers to rage before the grief.I cling to you, as life to limb. Let firesDissolve the ice that’s creeping in your veins;Let sirens shriek – red