flat tire I feel as drained as the clouds at the end of a rainy afternoon

tea ceremony I am reminded of the steps during a catholic mass

unrelenting rain a guatemalan family huddled in the doorway of a house where the roof has collapsed

99 lashes Ms. Ashtiani's new sentence unveiling the curtain of injustice against women

nothing but blue skies for the labor day parade another 24 hours of being unemployed

guided by the bamboo there is only one way here and one way back

always in season the scent of pines toward evening

oil rig fire* the gulf of mexico on course to become the next dead sea

*originally I had explosion but the media has since downgraded this to fire.  There's been so many conflicting reports about this incident I'm not sure what to believe.  Maybe keeping us confused is a good way to divert attention from the oil sheen spotted earlier which has mysteriously disappeared.

uncertain times the steam from mt. sinabung rising like a question mark

as though they worked for our government this morning covered by clouds