My silence grants the rowers
their rest. On bad nights we feel
the winds' bite. On good nights
they're a balm. What casually falls
casually arrives: remnants of
unnamed stars. My shout throws
a switch. The city flinches. Nearing
the headwaters, we turn. Desire
expands before us even as distance...
Nearing Riot Level at US - Mexican Border:
There has been an increase of activity lately on the Mexican US borders that is showing the major political unrest in Mexico over the drug policies of the USA this protest was supposedly staged by the Mexican drug cartels But my belief is that just the...