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Category Archives: farm
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
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
Farmers for Peace
When we’re growing food we’re liberating ourselves from want, from need, from greed, from seeds of fear and we’re setting the dove free to soar with olive branches away from perpetual war, away from hate away from the fate scripted … Continue reading
Posted in doves, farm, farmers, farming, farms, haiku, human rights, humanity, peace, poem, Poetry, poetry for peace, tanka, Uncategorized, war, war tax resistance
Tagged Afghanistan, capitalism, doves, farm, farmers for peace, farming, fear, food sovereignty, greed, haiku, hate, iraq, love, Peace, poem, Poetry, poetry for peace, sharing, sustainability, tanka, technology, war
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We Can’t Eat Money
What if today’s youth were taught to become farmers rather than bankers?
Birds
The other day, I sat in silence watching the birds play and listening to them sing and each time one would leave it would bring a few more as it returned and I thought it was a bird party until … Continue reading
Dogs Of War
Once in a while our dog Pali will find a deer bone or antler and she’ll be so proud, slobbering all over herself and everything else just chomping away without a care in the world and she’ll be content and … Continue reading
Goats & Noses
One of our goats died the other day not that we pick favorites, but Momi was my favorite… the sweetest little goat that ever was, the most peaceful, delicate always happy to see you never mean… I went to chop … Continue reading
Coming home after a short trip to the farm supply cooperative
The animals are all quiet which usually means they did something terrible dogs terrorizing cats cats terrorizing one another goats terrorizing sheep all hell was breaking loose not ten minutes ago but now? not a peep the chickens sit quietly … Continue reading
Hay For The Royal Horses
The villagers stood around screaming, “The village is burning” and there they were, standing around looking at the fire doing nothing but screaming. “Put this fire out now!!!” they demanded of the King who, far off in the distance was … Continue reading
Posted in america, american dream, animals, beer, collateral damage, democracy, drunk, Edward Bernays, empire, farm, farming, farms, fear, god, government, greed, history, human rights, humanity, ignorance, life, money, oil, Olive trees, Palestinians, people, poem, Poetry, poverty, propaganda, refugees, short story, taxes, terrorism, travel, truth, Uncategorized, violence, war, war tax resistance, West Bank, working class, writing
Tagged America, american dream, Bush, Clinton, farmers, farming, fire, horses, human rights, humanity, kings, Obama, poem, poetry, Propaganda, queens, short story, taxes, tradition, Trump, truth, war, war tax resistance, writing
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When Pigs Cry
The pigs have begun to cry now at the sight of the lambs being devoured by the predators but what about the sheep what about the cows what about all those goats and the horses the cats and the dogs … Continue reading
Posted in america, american dream, farm, farming, Gaza, greed, history, horses, human rights, Iraq, poem, Poetry, poverty, racism, refugees, refugees welcome, Sheep, solidarity, Syria, Uncategorized, Vietnam, violence, war, white privilege
Tagged alpacas, America, american dream, Border Patrol, cages, chickens, ducks, farm, farming, geese, goats, hiorses, ICE, lambs, llamas, Mexico, pigs, poem, poetry, refugees, Sheep, taxes, Texas, violence, war, white privilege
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