Prickly City by Scott Stantis for November 10, 2019

Sheeeesh, are you two college freshman getting high in your dorm rooms?

Have you ever been on the road between holds,

As the sun falls away, and the darkness turns cold

And the moon will not rise ’til the night has grown old

And the only things left are the stars

Those born for the earth, who do work by their hands,

They sweat and exert their will over the land,

When the labour is done, their fatigue does demand

That they rest while the moon courts the stars.

Heather Dale

There’s a fine line between politics and madness.