Faceless beings with muffled voices stare at me through dark sunken sockets full of fear and fright. Muzzled and mugged, choked and tugged; I see them here there and...

Edward Curtin It is no different now. The yearning still gnaws. The night dark, utterly silent, Sky stretched endlessly back Into an infinity beyond reach. And the fears, the...

Most people on this earth live on the edge of an abyss. Life is a daily struggle to stay alive, to acquire enough to eat and drink, rudimentary health...

Edward Curtin “About suffering they were never wrong,” wrote W. H. Auden in the poem “Musée Des Beaux Arts.” These lines occurred to me last week when all eyes...

It fogs the mind that Century Twenty-One Already has a sixth of its span run. Those born in the first months of the millennium Can vote – all we can do is...