The Landfill (Poem)

If I’m a piece of trash
Then you’re the landfill in which I reside
Festering in the stench of all the bones you hide

No telling one hole or one mess from another
No way to assess the distress
So why bother?

Throw me out and watch me rot
Rape my soul for all I’ve got

Level my plot and bury me under
Masquerade for all your blunder

Pay the toll
Forget the cost
Pass the blame for all we lost

A piece of trash is minuscule
Compared to all the filth in you

United Way initiates the Grow Truck

United Way not only provides healthy food to 25 participants, two days a month for six months, they also educate participants about making good buying choices and give advice for cooking foods they may not be familiar with in a program called the Grow Truck that was established in Sept.

Dorothy Day challenges homeless stereotypes

Wild accusations and ongoing legal disputes are no deterrent for over 30 organizations and churches that volunteer their time at Dorothy Day Hospitality House.

Dorothy Day zoning dispute continues

The fight is on to save the Dorothy Day homeless shelter from a cease-and-desist order that was issued by the Zoning Board of Appeals at Danbury’s City Hall on Aug. 25.