by James Corbettcorbettreport.comJune 20, 2020 An extraordinary thing happened this week: Taro Kono, Japan's Defense Minister, got up and announced that the Japanese government would be halting its

by James Corbett corbettreport.com June 27, 2020 It's like something out of a comic book. Speaking from his billion-dollar headquarter fortress, the Overlord of the dreaded military alliance, S.N.A.K.E.

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Sometimes you can be so focused on watching what is in front of you, that you miss the scene behind you. On this morning I hiked to the Great Marsh at Fontenelle Forest well before sunrise. Original Photo:

Part 15 Sofia and Joanna arrive at the residential area, they have walked silently towards the area for some time, building hope that Gox will be there, the residential area consists of a large gateway

I know that I have died before—once in November. —Anne Sexton It rained all night and by morning the trees had turned to glass. It was a brooding, melancholy start to November. I had another of those dreams

Ignorance and apathy Is what the politicians love And if that’s not enough They’ve given belief in a god above Just enough education to make sure they can work And pointless entertainments as a little

On my second visit to Fontenelle Forest the fall colors were more prevalent. This is the first post of four displaying the photos taken on 18 October 2018. Original Photo: Canon EOS 7D; f/18; 1/8 sec.;

Mesmerised by vanity bordering on insanity The search for inner beauty is lost. Broken down to complacency Lost in this beaurocracy The demands of an individual are gone. Waiting for a godot Looking too

I’m coping with memory loss while still trying to write novels and put bread on the table—but in truth, my daily life consists of struggling to recover lost pieces of my life. At any rate, it’s a frustrating

Out on the lawn, Flat on our backs, Hoping to see A falling star’s track. The stars of our youth So far, so high, Rain down upon us With scarcely a sigh. And all of our hopes And burning bright dreams,