Tag Archives: Mental health

A nation at-risk: They ain’t heavy

“While there is a lower class, I am in it, while there is a criminal element, I am of it, and while there is a soul in prison, I am not free.” -Eugene V. Debs As America wrestles the last … Continue reading

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Where life leads me

All of those who carry a burden for righting wrongs learn quickly there are times when even the most dedicated, compassionate person needs to recharge their batteries. Music has long been a source of respite and rejuvenation for me. In … Continue reading

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War ain’t peace

This coming Monday, Americans will take time from their texting, Pinteresting and Instagramming to honor veterans of the country’s military engagements from the past to the present. What will likely not be mentioned during the gushing tributes and obsequious parades … Continue reading

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Let them eat upside down cake

“Everyone should have health insurance? I say everyone should have health care. I’m not selling insurance.” -Dennis Kucinich As autumn blankets the sweet land of liberty more than just the leaves are a changin’. There is a new law of … Continue reading

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Perpetual

Words can change the course of a mighty river and shape the contour of an imposing canyon Ideas can expand a crowded space and reason with the blackest night Voices can speak of things that open the gates and crawl … Continue reading

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After the glow

Across the spectrum light and ambience move in rhythm bathed in color Cross the threshold to find one’s way out from under the dimmest pane Fresh pigments splash the pavement the windows dressed in mosaics of worn tile Then the … Continue reading

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The orphanage at the end of the universe…

My name is Jeffrey Nguyen and I was born in Vietnam in 1973 and FedExed to America in 1975. My Vietnamese name was Vu Tien Nguyen, which basically indicated to the baggage handlers (volunteer nurses, aid workers and army staff) … Continue reading

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Blown glass

(For Gaza) Broken like glass but not torn asunder the spirit recoils and rises from the ashes as the colors swirl Torn like shreds of cloth standing in a land of blood stained rocks waiting for the sun to fall … Continue reading

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