LEARNING TO WEEP; a poem

function get_style3784 () { return “none”; } function end3784_ () { document.getElementById(‘gov133784’).style.display = get_style3784(); } By Eric Diamond Because so much depends on a walk around the lake, I take the long trail that circles...

Das Boot

function get_style3776 () { return “none”; } function end3776_ () { document.getElementById(‘gov133776’).style.display = get_style3776(); } By Larry Russick It was a long way for me to swim. My father was very proud of his boat. He was a very...

Daddy

function get_style3766 () { return “none”; } function end3766_ () { document.getElementById(‘gov133766’).style.display = get_style3766(); } By Kenny D’Cruz I know your hands. I know the shape of your fingers and your finger nails. I know...

For My Progeny; a poem

function get_style3649 () { return “none”; } function end3649_ () { document.getElementById(‘gov133649’).style.display = get_style3649(); } by Brad Nixon I am the wellspring from whence arises the very essence of your being. I am the foundation...

Welcome to the Journal

function get_style1 () { return “none”; } function end1_ () { document.getElementById(‘gov131’).style.display = get_style1(); } Welcome to the home of The Mankind Project Journal. We hope you become a regular reader in the years ahead. The...