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Category Archives: history
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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The Poppies Are Everywhere
Marx called religion the opium of the masses but we pray to Gods of war and the poppies are everywhere and we pretend to remember (and care) and we feel so much better now and we won’t dare question the … Continue reading
Posted in addiction, Afghanistan, america, apathy, Armistice Day, death, god, government, history, Howard Zinn, humanity, Iraq, opium, poem, Poetry, poetry for peace, poppies, reflection, religion, remembrance day, Uncategorized, veterans, Veterans Day, veterans for peace, Vietnam, war, world war one, world war two, writing, WW1, yellow ribbons
Tagged 100 years, addiction, Afghanistan, America, apathy, Armistice Day, death, dope, drones, drugs, Flanders field, god, heroin, iraq, jingoism, militarism, military, nationalism, opium, Oxycontin, pain, Pakistan, poem, poetry, poppies, Propaganda, religion, remembrance day, Somalia, Syria, taxes, terrorism, trauma, Uganda, veterans, veterans day, Veterans for Peace, Vietnam, war, war tax resistance, World War One, World War Two, writing, Yemen
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In The Sky
I. Helicopters buzz alongside lush-green sea cliffs through sacred valleys and over farmland, cutting through peace and quiet, cutting through silence like knives chop, chop, chop, a reminder of missionaries sharpening their blades, chopping the islands like venison … Continue reading
Posted in Afghanistan, collateral damage, farmers, farming, hawaii, helicopters, history, Iraq, Molokai, occupation, poem, Poetry, Syria, tanka, Uncategorized, war, war tax resistance, writing
Tagged Afghanistan, deer, hawaii, Hawaiian Sovereignty, helicopter tours, helicopters, history, iraq, Kaho'olawe, Maui, military, missionaries, Molokai, noise pollution, occupation, Peace, poem, poetry, religion, sacred land, sea cliffs, tanka, theft, tourism, venison, war
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Standing By The Ruins
Let them hold the pen and write their own destiny rewrite all our wrongs write away the suffering write verses about springtime instead of winter, write verses about laughing instead of crying, dancing instead of dying let them write … Continue reading
Posted in Arabic Poetry, Baghdad, empathy, Full moon, healing, history, human rights, Iraq, life, peace, poem, Poetry, poetry for peace, tanka, travel, Uncategorized, veterans, Veterans Day, veterans for peace, war, war tax resistance, writing
Tagged Arabic literature, Arabic Poetry, Baghdad, Damascus, death, destiny, fate, iraq, Islamic poetry, life, love, Peace, poem, poetry, poetry for peace, pre-Islamic poetry, tanka, tea, veterans, veterans day, Veterans for Peace, war, writing
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Like Fresh Venison
The helicopters buzz alongside sea cliffs through sacred valleys and over farms cutting through silence cutting through peace like butcher knives the ‘chop, chop, chop’ a reminder of the missionaries slicing these islands up like fresh venison taking everything from … Continue reading
Posted in Afghanistan, hawaii, history, human rights, humanity, occupation, poem, Poetry, Uncategorized, war, war tax resistance, writing
Tagged Afghanistan, deer meat, hawaii, helicopters, Lili'uokalani, military, Molokai, occupation, poem, poetry, tourism, venison, war, war tax resistance
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Violently Uprooted
Posted in history, human rights, humanity, Olive trees, poem, Poetry, poetry for peace, Uncategorized, writing
Tagged Israel, olive oil, olive trees, palestine, poem, poetry, violence, war crimes, writing
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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
Posted in america, american dream, capitalism, collateral damage, drones, history, poem, Poetry, Uncategorized, war, war tax resistance, writing
Tagged America, capitalism, empire, history, poem, poetry, prison, taxes, Wall Street, war, war tax resistance
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Life, Death, & Food
Anthony Bourdain used food as a way of introducing America to people around the world, their history and culture. He let food speak for itself, and importantly, let people speak for themselves. Bourdain’s Hawaii episode was the first time many … Continue reading
Posted in addiction, america, american dream, Anthony Bourdain, capitalism, collateral damage, death, depression, education, empathy, farming, food, Gaza, hawaii, history, human rights, humanity, Iran, Jerusalem, Libya, love, Massachusetts, palestine, Parts Unknown, poverty, refugees, suicide, travel, truth, Uncategorized, violence, war, West Bank, writing
Tagged Anthony Bourdain, death, empathy, food, Gaza, hawaii, Iran, life, palestine, Parts Unknown, suicide, Travel, truth, writing
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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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