Lenora Steele: Ignoring the human cost we are all culpable. Remaining silent and allowing our elected officials to proceed with this online, high stakes, casino style gambling, all the water in our aquifers won’t be enough to clean our collective hands.
Lenora Steele: “Listening dumbfounded to him allocate, from the public purse, $5-million in women’s venture capital I was staggered at the heartlessness, at the cheek, while just over here, yes, here, right here in front of us a woman sits on the side of her bed, a hospital phone in her hand calling a taxi to take her to a low-budget motel for the night. Her breast removed yesterday, she has no way home and must spend the night alone in Truro.”
The Visitor, a poem by Truro poet Lenora Steele about her friend Effie.
Effie is not
homeless, she has a room and a
kitchenette, a shared toilet, the landlord
is on a first name basis with
her social worker, Effie’s rent goes
straight to him.