Category Archives: american dream

Medicine Not Bombs

They say we are at war but if this were a war we have left our soldiers without bullets and combat boots if this were a war we have left our airmen without bombs and jet fuel if this were … Continue reading

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In My Dream: An Ode to Dr. King

(Maybe April 4th isn’t Martin Luther King, Jr. Day but it’s the day that in 1967 he most vocally spoke out against the war in Vietnam and the day that in 1968 he was assassinated. My poem includes the majority of his … Continue reading

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HAZMAT

Photo credit: DRYLANDProductions We call ourselves civilized buying what we’re told we need throwing it ‘away’ with ease look what we’ve become, the sum of our life’s work is garbage we surf man-made waves and our bellies are filled with … Continue reading

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It’s a Privilege

Our grandfather was a roofer and he spent his whole life busting his ass to provide for his working class children and then his working class grandchildren and then, when he was 68 years old he was repairing a chimney … Continue reading

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Our God

Why do we wonder how it is things got this bad when they have long been   from the moment we transformed ourselves into I and auctioned off men   and began hoarding wheat and grain, butter and bread just … Continue reading

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Chiseled In Stone

History’s rhymes might seem coincidental but they’re chiseled in stone they are fundamental   war feeds the market and keeps it alive war is the reason this system survives   they’re still taking our bread to build death machines and … Continue reading

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A Decent Family Man And Citizen: A Requiem For Vietnamese Peasants

There are certain things that can’t be taken away from the late John McCain: He was a Navy pilot he was shot down over Vietnam and captured he was held as a prisoner of war for five and a half … Continue reading

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Hurricane Street

This is the storm of the century it’s time to batten down the hatches and tie down the tents close all the windows, shutters, and vents make one last trip to town to stock up on supplies buy cases of … Continue reading

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Skipping Stones

I last time I had skipped a stone across the water I was seventeen it was the waning weeks before my senior year of high school on a hot summer evening after a hard days work on the farm still … Continue reading

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As The Rich Cast Lots For Our Souls

A lot of Americans are unhappy and unhealthy simply because there is no profit in happiness or in health a few people accumulate massive wealth from just the opposite nor does sobriety fit into the profit motive there is only … Continue reading

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