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Monthly Archives: April 2019
Mulberry Tree
We have a ladder that can reach the very top of the mulberry tree, but there’s so much fruit to harvest from the ground, the top of the tree belongs to the birds. They eat their fill and there’s still … Continue reading
I Followed Them
I had a dream last night and in the dream, I woke up and I didn’t know where I was. There was nothing leading up to it, I just woke up in a strange place. Before too long, based on … Continue reading
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2nd Hand
Are you ready to let go of those 3rd, and 4th, and 5th hand fairy-tales, are you ready to set sail in your own ship, ready to grab hold of the pen and make it the trip that you want to … Continue reading
Fat and Happy
As I arrived at my friends farm yesterday, I thought I heard the sound of bone being cut, pig bone or maybe sheep or goat, but the sound that I heard was the grinder my friend held in his … Continue reading
Old Piggy Bank
I think about the million human beings who were just trying to survive eighteen years ago and are no longer alive because America had to go shake the queen’s old piggy bank and smash it on the floor and terrorize … Continue reading
Silence is Golden
Silence is golden only for the corrupt men that it emboldens
Ink
Why is there silence amid all this destruction though we sing psalms and call ourselves holy holding rosary beads with outstretched hands not realizing that ink left in the well kills far more than any weapon that Wall Street can … Continue reading
I cry
I cry as I watch the cathedral burn, I cry for those who never learned that we were connected to God before the crusades we were connected to God before man made these religions, before guns and bibles, germs and … Continue reading
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Catch A Glimpse Of God
If you stare into the eye of the storm you might catch a glimpse of God
Blind Eyes
Blind eyes of storms we’ve created have erased immeasurable beauty
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