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Category Archives: family
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
Posted in addiction, alcohol, america, american dream, Black Lives Matter, civil rights, death, family, government, grandfather, Howard Zinn, human rights, humanity, MLK, poem, Poetry, poetry for peace, poverty, racism, Uncategorized
Tagged addiction, alcohol, America, Bob Marley, death, drugs, hatred, life, poem, Poetry, poverty, racism, tax resistance, war, white privilege, working class
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As The Tryptophan Sedates
Turkey is bitter that’s why there’s cranberry sauce heaps and heaps of it to sweeten the taste and make history palatable so we’ll be happy as the tryptophan sedates the whole family and we cheer as a pop star … Continue reading
Posted in america, family, haiku, history, National Day of Mourning, Native Americans, poem, Poetry, racism, tanka, thanksgiving, turkey, Uncategorized, writing
Tagged chow halls, family, haiku, history, iraq, National Day of Mourning, Native Americans, pilgrims, Plymouth, poem, Poetry, racism, reality, tanka, thanksgiving, tradition, turkey, war
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Truly Grateful
I am truly grateful for all that I have so grateful that I was able to remove myself from the confines of capitalism a system that has killed countless millions, billions even, of people far better than I and I … Continue reading
My Father Is Like America
He tried, is what I tell myself. He was dealt a shitty hand in life, he had a horrible, deadbeat father and a crazy mother and he had the best of intentions, and he wanted to run away from his … Continue reading
Posted in alcohol, america, american dream, capitalism, child abuse, collateral damage, dreams, family, father's day, government, greed, human rights, Iraq, money, Occupy, poem, Poetry, taxes, Trump, Uncategorized, violence, war, war tax resistance, working class, Yemen
Tagged alcohol, alcoholism, America, american dream, capitalism, domestic violence, father's day, greed, money, poem, poetry, violence, war, working class
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Elegy For Fluffy
Stop this senseless violence strong against weak rich against poor this dog-eat-chicken world I can’t take any more a lot of good chickens have been eaten for fun but the dogs just keep smiling knowing not what they’ve done tried … Continue reading
Posted in animals, birds, chickens, collateral damage, dogs, empathy, family, farm, farming, humanity, life, murder, pets, poem, Poetry, Uncategorized, violence, war tax resistance, writing
Tagged animals, chickens, death, dogs, farm, farming, life, pets, poem, poetry, taxes, trees, violence, war tax resistance
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Siblings
I find it amazing how so many people pay so little attention to so many wars considering that so many hours of their lives are taken from them by way of so many tax dollars so that places colonized by … Continue reading
Posted in family, human rights, poem, Poetry, Uncategorized, violence, war, war tax resistance
Tagged capitalism, family, poem, poetry, violence, Wall Street, war, war tax resistance
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Talking Trees
“Pleased to meet you” said the tree now fire burns it’s memory and lumber jacks are back for more but trees don’t worry whats in store. A battle-hardened old tree sways, “It’s been like this for all my days so … Continue reading
Sometimes
08 August 2017 Sometimes, during a long layover following a red eye flight you have to eat a soggy sandwich and try to steal a few minutes sleep surrounded by the chaos of the airport. Sometimes, during a long … Continue reading
Falling Dreams
When I was a kid I used to have dreams that I was falling. I never landed, just kept on falling. It was the same place, the same dream. I was on a farm somewhere and there was a tractor … Continue reading
Posted in american dream, animals, death, dreams, fall, family, farm, farming, farms, life, memories, poem, Poetry, roofing, Uncategorized, writing
Tagged american dream, cows, death, dreaming, dreams, falling, falling dreams, family, farming, farms, goats, grandfather, grandparents, nightmares, poems, poetry, roofing, Sheep, working class, writing
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