This Bitter Language

“I know your streets, sweet city,

I know the demons and angels that flock and roost in your boughs like birds.

I know you, river, as if you flowed through my heart.

I am your warrior daughter.

There are letters made of your body as a fountain is made of water.

There are languages of which you are the blueprint and as we speak them the city rises.”

Elka Cloke

 

To Curb Opioid Epidemic, California Bill Would Tax Painkillers To Fund Treatment

http://www.latimes.com/politics/essential/la-pol-ca-essential-politics-updates-to-curb-opioid-epidemic-california-1488397619-htmlstory.html

Make sure you tax Hollywood’s rampant abuse of painkillers before you attack and attempt to tax pharmacies who will pass the cost onto the patient. By all means, go after heroin suppliers and dealers, but leave legitimate patients alone.

 

There Is A Tonic Strength…

“There is a tonic strength, in the hour of sorrow and affliction, in escaping from the world and society and getting back to the simple duties and interests we have slighted and forgotten. Our world grows smaller, but it grows dearer and greater. Simple things have a new charm for us, and we suddenly realize that we have been renouncing all that is greatest and best, in our pursuit of some phantom.” ―William George Jordan