These poems depict a journey through a dark landscape, where the political and personal are fused into a geography of disinformation, sex, betrayal and deadly technology. Phelan has produced verbal "snapshots" of a subterranean war-- with fronts in Los Angeles as well as Fallujah-- where the only defense is one's integrity and the stakes may be life itself.
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Janet Phelan - Reporter at Large
In the year 2000, an out of work reporter is approached by a man who is not whom he appears to be. Lured into a romantic affair with him, the reporter is soon to lose everything—her family, her home, her country and nearly her life.
EXILE is the true story of Janet Phelan, who fled the US after the attempts to permanently silence her went awry. The lengths to which the intelligence community will go to cover their tracks is revealed in this memoir. The ultimate question—what is the meaning behind this grave assault on an American citizen—unfolds as the story is told.
EXILE is available at TheBookPatch.com at this link: http://www.thebookpatch.com/BookStore/exile/a02d07e3-82ae-4dab-942b-bed32f224566?isbn=9781620309575
Federal Agent Collects "Souvenirs..."
A locket, an earring....how many women has he killed?
Ebola Psyop Masks Hidden Agenda
Howard Nema and I discuss the subtext behind the Ebola crisis. This includes potential quarantine/travel restrictions and why this may be more dangerous than Ebola.
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Janet Phelan Report
The US Holocaust Museum covers up genocide; guardianship; Ebola and more....
it tastes different this year
acrid, the falling leaves sulphurous
the wind chemical
a door swings open
something blows in
if you turn off the television
dim the lights
you can almost see it
It shuts down the sun/
replaces the stars
if you breathe it in/
it will replace you, too
I am going deeper in
beyond the monoculture amusement park forest
beyond the dirt roads
littered with coca cola bottles
and cans of Sol
where the trails end
and the true forest begins
I will either find a place
it has not colonized
it has not raped, tortured
or I will find it
in its pristine state
without the trappings of
civilization and its cosmetics
without the niceties
of fluoridated miasma and programmed monsanto cell death
where the daily dose of televised soma
has not accomplished its reach
and before I am cut down
learn its name