Emoções by Maria Luísa Ramos (original Portuguese version) Portão do mundo secreto nos jardins da loucura, canteiros de carinho bordejados de afectos cactos como flores verde macio bafejadas de vermelho, dentre os aloés, agressivas imperiosas, florescem insolências As vertigens de… Read More ›
JUNE 19, 2017 “The Syrian Nightmare: No End in Sight” by MIKE WHITNEY (reprinted from Counterpunch) Email “Washington’s strategic objectives in Iraq and Syria are not those of “fighting terrorism,” but rather consolidating US hegemony over the oil-rich Middle East… Read More ›
Graduating From Harvard, or What Is Real News? Opinion by Graeme Jones, copyright 2017 As a friend of Eos: The Creative Context, I would like to thank Harvard University for helping us all to discover the more honest and helpful… Read More ›
WHERE THE HIGHWAY LEADS One hoof, one paw, after another, a trail of footprints departing out of the chain. Archaic in the modern world, the forgotten tethered mare, the poisoned pollywog, the abused dog’s rage. No happy tongues or tails,… Read More ›
“The Russia Hacking Fiasco: No Evidence Required,” commentary by Mike Whitney first published in COUNTERPUNCH — March 31, 2017 http://www.counterpunch.org/2017/03/31/the-russia-hacking-fiasco-no-evidence-required/ “So far, no single piece of evidence has been made public proving that the Trump campaign joined… Read More ›
Gardening in Four Haiku by Shasta Hatter Rain taps the black soil Water fills ceramic bowls Green peeks from clay pots —–May 15, 2016 Gray moisture today Yesterday, yellow sunshine Green plants grow happy —–May 21, 2016 Weeds pulled earlier… Read More ›
Alexis Duque’s imaginative multi-layered stacked images are iconic descriptions of the world we humans seem to be creating in the face of our out-of-control worship of greed. Instead of the freedom many imagined at the turn of the previous century… Read More ›
photo by Lara Gularte, copyright 2017
A NEW PARADIGM SHIFT (OR OVERCOMING CONFUSION) by Bea Garth, copyright 2017 My philosopher/astrologer friend Graeme Jones said we are going through a dark time of letting out our collective demons—which has made everything that much more confusing. I cannot… Read More ›
The Dark Is Always Present I feel the whispering trees grieving in the dark. The shadows now restless in the mirror. Nobody listens. Nobody hears. Nobody speaks of redemption. When the sun drowns in the lake, around 5:30 pm,… Read More ›
AFTER THE SHAPE OF THE EARTH CHANGED Ragged roost of loose feathers, twig shadows. Sparrows fly away, return as Little Brown Bats. The missing children of the world where the still river sinks deep, and turkey vultures gather on the… Read More ›
JULIE BAMBINI ON VALENTINE’S DAY The strawberries were huge as fists pink as sex, sweet without cloying They were variously shaped, uneven, but perfectly delicious though there were only five or six of them no more They grew on the… Read More ›
A RACE BARRED A race barred A look hard A pulled Pissed off Race Card A glass shard A bad bard A tongue lashing A wound gashing A Fascist state A racist hate A slur A burr A blur Take… Read More ›
