John Kendall Hawkins

John Kendall Hawkins is an American ex-pat freelancer based in Australia.  He is a former reporter for The New Bedford Standard-Times.

Race Relations and the Natures of Our Beasts

Ariel Dorfman: Caught in the Commission of a Truth

FTA: Fuck the Aggression

Recovering Conscience: A Conversation with Carole Sargent

Six Sonnets: Papua New Guinea

Coming Feature: Enemy of the State

The Media Bias Wars: Can’t We All Just Get Along?

Strange New World, Same Old Blues

Let’s Talk Turkey: Glen Ford Carves Up the American Empire

Beacon on the Hill or the Heart and Soul of Darkness?

Facebook: From the Shallow End to the Deep (But Not Really)

Seven Year Itch and the House of Seven Gables: A Halloween Tale

Invasions of Empire and the Masquerade Ball of Language

She May be a Pig, But I Love Her

You’re Torturing Me

End the 1917 Espionage Act

Biden: The Interesting Debt Master-Slave Dialectic

Long Distance Calling

Diary Entry: Handling the Truth of Cuba

Anguished Lyricism: the Poetry of the Tortured

Ed Asner: The Grouchy ‘Marxist’: RIP

The Phony FDA Imprimatur

Afghanistan: The Cause and Effect of 9/11

2034: A Failure of Imagination

Atlas in the John, Flushing

First Look: Assange’s New Book of Musings

He’s Heavy, He’s My Brother

The Fire…This Time: An Interview with Brian Fies

Our Minds Untethered

A “Topical” Storm in Miami

QAnon’s Alive and Bela Lugosi’s Dead: an Interview with Robert Guffey

Comfortably Numb: the Sackler Oxycontin Cartel

Pull: a Tryptich

Rolling Pearl Harbor Productions Presents: China Did It!

Memory as a Confessional You Never Want to Leave

Area 51 Revisited: A Desolation Row Production

Finding the Mother Tree

Time to Buy a New Toolbox

Dylan at 80: A Sonnet of Appreciation

China: All In All Just Another BRIC In The Wall

Feats of Klee

A Farewell to “Great Men”

Voter Fraud and the Myth of E Pluribus Unum

Space is the Place

A Wandering Gringa in the Time of Plague

Chauvinist Cops and the “Just Is” System That Enables Them

Nobody’s Burisma But My Own

Games People Play

Ramallah: A Stop and Start Life Full of Checkpoints

The Jury’s In: The Magic of Small Lit Presses Lives On