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Category Archives: travel
Dust
You and me just must share some dust from the same star and maybe our star was related to other stars, the ones that we still see reminding us where we’re from and if we’re lucky, of where we’ll return … Continue reading
2nd Hand
Are you ready to let go of those 3rd, and 4th, and 5th hand fairy-tales, are you ready to set sail in your own ship, ready to grab hold of the pen and make it the trip that you want to … Continue reading
Let’s Go Read Rumi (Ode to Spring)
Before the vultures dine on another ancient civilization and cities become rubble lets break bread instead of bones lets cleanse our palate and feast on the food of kings and queens, lets walk through smoke screens, and sit on … Continue reading
Posted in america, Chaharshanbe Suri, fear, fire, Hafez, haiku, humanity, ignorance, Iran, life, love, mysticism, Parts Unknown, peace, Persian food, poem, Poetry, propaganda, Rumi, sufism, tanka, travel, Uncategorized, veterans, writing
Tagged Anthony Bourdain, Bahar, Chaharshanbe Suri, chemical weapons, civilization, culture, food, Hafez, haiku, Iran, Iran Iraq War, life, love, Media, mystics, New Year, news, Nowruz, Parts Unknown, Persia, Persian food, Persian rugs, poem, Poetry, Propaganda, Rumi, Spring, springtime, sufism, tanka, tea, Travel, truth, war, war tax resistance
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Jump Ship/I Sailed With Columbus
“I Sailed With Columbus” When I was eight years old, in 1992 I first learned about Christopher Columbus and I sang along with my class “In fourteen-hundred and ninety-two Columbus sailed the ocean blue” and we drew pictures of him … Continue reading
Posted in america, haiku, Iraq, poem, Poetry, poetry for peace, solidarity, tanka, taxes, terrorism, travel, Uncategorized, veterans, war, war tax resistance
Tagged America, Columbus, haiku, iraq, poem, Poetry, tanka, taxes, war, war tax resistance
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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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Certain Days
On certain days, blind patriotism is quite alright an over-the-top display of nationalism is perfectly fine a couple times a year, hawks can proudly soar above eagles, (no room in the sky for doves) and all jingoists can come out … Continue reading
Posted in america, american dream, american flag, collateral damage, Fourth of July, Memorial Day, poem, Poetry, propaganda, revolution, singing, slavery, taxes, tea, travel, Trump, Uncategorized, Veterans Day, violence, war, war tax resistance, world war one, world war two, yellow ribbons, Yemen
Tagged 4th of July, America, american dream, american flag, flag day, labor day, Memorial Day, music, poem, poetry, president's day, thanksgiving, veterans day
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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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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
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