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Calcutta

Theologians throughout time have argued that those in purgatory have no soul. Dante in his divine comedy, describes the journey of the soul through hell, predatory, and ultimately paradise. Certainly, the stereotypes that are thrust upon the homeless by those in the silent majority and government officials try as they may are always disappointed when…
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In the Ghetto

In times gone past Roman emperors would ride a chariot drawn by four wight horses, behind him followed ox-drawn carts laden with treasure hard won battles. The booty would be tossed over to the cheering crowd. A slave would stand behind Cesar holding a golden laurel leaf crown whispering over and over again “Scias, scias,…
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Good morning America how are you?

Ian This my account on a time line of the events that happened to the homeless in Richmond Virginia as hurricane IAN, steam rolled it’s way up the east coast of the United States in the Americas. but, to give you a focus point, you will find a copy of law which covers such events…
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That’s Life

Back in the day, yes, sort of those kinds of stories, one had telephones, typewriters, mimeograph machines, and photocopiers. For me, they were sort of nice because when one was not home, one was not told that one is rude for not responding instantly. Moreover, many a crime show or movie had a scene in…
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Stockholm

The urban tumbleweed rolls throughout the inner city’s poorer neighborhoods, with all the single-use to-go bags and containers left for the wind to carry into the gutters and curbsides of Richmond. Yet less than a mile in any direction, the well-manicured lawns and houses of the NIMBY, ignorant, are well-protected. They are folks who give…
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Enigma

What are you doing with your life? Is the question that is posed to us by ourselves. On occasion, depending on the circumstances, it is asked of us by others. Fundamentally, that is an enigma, or a person or thing that is mysterious, puzzling, or difficult to understand. We can all say that about ourselves,…
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Elizabeth

I saw a compatriot about a week ago, walking as if on jammed logs, alternately wading through the traffic. He approached me with the familiar look of darkness and disparity on his face. Chester had on his shoulders two large and filled tool belts. He asked me if I knew of a good pawn shop…
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Absurd.

It’s almost hard to believe that it’s only been a month since the cold weather shelter closed its doors. People have disappeared or are drifting away. They all have that pesky little thing that gets in the way, called life. Wondering where to go from the situations that have been narrated so far, it occurred…
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Kaleidoscope:

Mother nature was crying all day. The rain, with the frigid temperature of 44°, had driven me and others indoors to the panera. I sat there and observed the homeless who had come for safe harbor. One man with a torn flannel shirt and filthy clothing came back to the section of the restaurant I…
