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We Can’t Forget

We are believers we’ve placed full faith in a magic that uses words to transform chaos into the norm human beings into disposable things buildings into rubble life into death (by drone) bodies into ash (and bone) cultures into terror … Continue reading

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Connected

I wish I saw the Wallflowers at the Hartford Meadows on the twelfth of September eighteen years ago. I used to love The Wallflowers and my mom bought tickets for my 17th birthday and I waited all summer long and … Continue reading

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In My Dream: An Ode to Dr. King

(Maybe April 4th isn’t Martin Luther King, Jr. Day but it’s the day that in 1967 he most vocally spoke out against the war in Vietnam and the day that in 1968 he was assassinated. My poem includes the majority of his … Continue reading

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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

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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

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Will You Lay Wreath For Them?

Eighty-three years before 2001 was 1918 seventeen years after 2001 is 2018 and it’s now been 100 years since the armistice 100 years since there was peace between nations 100 years since the war to end all wars ended 100 … Continue reading

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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

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The Birds Are Still Flying: Ode To Kaho’olawe

They watched as it bled blood red clouding the ocean and asked themselves how? They forgot that it’s alive dying slowly as God cries   and green turns to brown. Veins are nothing without blood but tears wash away sacredness … Continue reading

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Never Forget

What if there’s a war and it lasts nearly a score but we all forget…

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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

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