Poetry

“The Welcoming Wind” By José M. Tirado  At dusk, his steps are rough, with a dry grace of flat-footed tenderness; the spring is gone, & forward is the march. In the grinning breeze he stops, faces the pressure, feels it,…

Though all top stories of the week revolve around a single phrase,“violence and negotiations to deal with violence”, I want to highlight one story that was taken up by a few TV channels and newspapers. On Monday night 11 students…