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Category Archives: summer
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
Starry Night Over Ho’olehua
Just when the world gets too heavy pound after pound after pound piling up until its too much I step out into the meadow and look up and every star twinkles, billions upon billions upon billions beyond what we can … Continue reading
Posted in anxiety, depression, farm, farming, farms, happiness, hawaii, healing, poem, Poetry, stars, summer, Uncategorized, universe, writing
Tagged anxiety, depression, farm, farming, hawaii, healing, meadow, night, Pacific, poem, poetry, sky, starry night, stars, universe, writing
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Jar
one by one by one all the lights go out until you’re sitting there in darkness with a jar full of dead fireflies
Real Eyes
My eyes are burning as I’m falling through space galaxies become stars I fall further from grace and the race has no ending, I begin to realize that these signals they’re sending are just coded lies and these … Continue reading
Posted in american dream, bible, church, civil rights, collateral damage, death, democracy, dreams, empathy, environment, farming, fear, fire, free speech, freedom, Garden, god, government, happiness, hatred, human rights, humanity, imagine, justice, Liberty, life, love, memories, music, nature, peace, people, poem, Poetry, rain, religion, stars, summer, time, travel, trees, truth, Uncategorized, universe, violence, war, water, writing
Tagged american dream, collateral damage, death, democracy, dreams, lies, love, Peace, poem, poetry, space, time, truth, universe, war, writing
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Rainbows And Butterflies
She brought me rainbows and butterflies to dry all those tears I was drowning in we got puppy dogs and ice cream she warmed my heart like a sunbeam and when we played scrabble she let me win … Continue reading
Posted in animals, Belgium, dancing, dreams, Europe, farm, farming, farms, Flamenco, France, Germany, hawaii, Ireland, life, memories, Molokai, Netherlands, planes, poem, Poetry, Prague, rainbow, Spain, summer, the present, time, travel, Uncategorized, writing
Tagged Belgium, Butterflies, Czech Republic, farm, farming, France, Germany, hawaii, Ireland, Kafka, life, love, Molokai, Netherlands, poem, poetry, Prague, rainbows, Rhine, Spain, Travel, writing
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nature’s symphony
as the crow flies the crickets chirp a familiar tune that is generations old the babble of a nearby brook and the sporadic bark of dogs add to the symphony the creatures, I can’t identify individually by sound but the … Continue reading
Génération Perdue
We are a generation lost amidst the rubble of the world we … Continue reading
Posted in addiction, Afghanistan, america, american dream, collateral damage, France, Iraq, poem, Poetry, propaganda, suicide, summer, Toulouse, veterans, veterans for peace, Vietnam, war
Tagged Afghanistan, America, american dream, bigotry, bread and circuses, CNN, collateral damage, death, democracy, Edward Bernays, France, iraq, poem, poetry, Propaganda, suicide, Toulouse, veterans, Veterans for Peace, Vietnam, war
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San Francisco Seagulls
Ninth inning AT&T Park, after dark but the lights are still lit I certainly hope they don’t shit on me these seagulls patiently waiting for one two three strikes, last out so they can dive bomb the bleachers looking for … Continue reading
Posted in baseball, Poetry, San Francisco, summer
Tagged baseball, poetry, San Francisco, seagulls, summer
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Progress
The women sat there aging like their cheap wine wearing decorations from imperial wars of old as their children, conceived on mid-tour leave years ago leave home for the first time to go learn the lingo of soldiers as they … Continue reading
Posted in Afghanistan, american dream, collateral damage, death, family, history, humanity, Iraq, love, memories, Poetry, summer, veterans, war, working class
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A Prayer to Saint Jim (3/20/14)
Kurt Cobain has been dead for twenty years now and the roosters crow and the dogs bark and time stops for no one. It feels like yesterday I was seventeen paying for gas with a jar full of pennies, getting … Continue reading