I should go to bed before it gets light, but there are things which bother me at night One of them is hunger - we are short of food, nothing in the cupboard to feed a growing brood Another is affection, like "Love's Labour's Lost", every spurned tenderness - rejection has a cost Then there is my skin, how it bloody thickens with each blow and insult - deep inside it sickens There's a different hunger - we need to re-arrange the world that we subsist in; I'm hungry for the cha

Written by Ed Meek. Rubber straps shaped like nooses hang from steel rods in subway trains. Lucky for us, they’re too small for human heads. Instead, we hang on for balance when the train lurches and careens around a bend. It can be hard to keep your balance in America where the politicians steal us blind and line the pockets of their friends. Keep your eyes open. These are the same souls that hanged 19 women in Salem. It turns out we are easily bewitched, deluded by events b