• In the Criminal Age

    IN THE CRIMINAL AGE by James C. Henderson In the criminal age, in this time of corruption In this age of fiat currencies, gamed economies failing governments, and a dying planet I have tried to love you as best I can. In this time of brutality where the innocent perish so the cruel may profit, […]

    One response 1 min read December 14, 2016
  • We Are Happy, Tonight

    WE ARE HAPPY, TONIGHT by James C. Henderson We have eaten and drank and talked and now we sit on the veranda in the warm evening enveloped by darkness a blousy wind fluttering the candle flames. We welcome the darkness and the trees that close in around us how they obscure us. Frogs sing in […]

    No responses 3 min read January 11, 2016
  • Debt

    DEBT by James C. Henderson Debt is like opening your hand to find a black spot on a dirty scrap of paper, left there after a desperate handclasp with a blind pirate who even though he is blind has found you. You were always a good lad or lassie did what you were told washed […]

    No responses 3 min read January 11, 2016
  • All the World’s a Stage

    ALL THE WORLD’S A STAGE by James C. Henderson The more successful we are the more we achieve in our families and in society the more we, in our glory, spread out to every inch of the planet in our need for growth in our need for progress as the human race the more other […]

    No responses 2 min read January 10, 2016
  • The Second Occupation

    THE SECOND OCCUPATION by Athena M. Henderson When I was a young girl in Greece, I saw a German soldier digging on a hill— the site of our village’s ancient acropolis. Late in the afternoon, when cicadas stopped singing, he worked. All through my growling belly, my weak arms, the sores on my legs from […]

    No responses 2 min read February 1, 2014
  • Balance

    BALANCE by Neil Fagerhaugh Yesterday, I took a walk in the snow over a frozen marsh and through a silent woods. I saw a beautiful blanket of snow disturbed only by occasional tracks from deer and perhaps squirrels. I heard only the sounds I made: crunching footsteps and my own breathing. I thought only of the still […]

    2 responses 1 min read December 24, 2013
  • I Want

    I WANT by James C. Henderson People often ask me, “What do you want? I want the same things you want, I’ll bet. I want to be treated as a human being. I want to be respected as a person who has hopes and dreams that are not denied simply because others do not share […]

    No responses 1 min read May 1, 2013
  • The 1% Has Decided

    THE 1% HAS DECIDED by Athena M. Henderson The 1% has decided that we the 99% will die from hunger or sickness or the cold. That we will not be educated or have shelter or even a place to hide from the rain

    One response 1 min read April 4, 2013
  • Choices

    CHOICES by Toni Fagerhaugh There he is. I’ve seen him before, standing on the corner under the street light looking at our house. “Who is he?” I ask my mother. She answers, “He’s a bad man. Stay away from him.” I am afraid. My father has gone. It has been months. We do meet him […]

    No responses 3 min read February 3, 2013