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Two Pigeons

Two pigeons arrived in the barn one day and we welcomed them with open arms. For a few weeks, they stuck around and it seemed as though they had found new home. We were thrilled, claiming them as our own. … Continue reading

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The Heart Of Babylon

You say we fight for freedom even though you know its a lie our duffel bags are packed and we’re heading to Iraq and theres a good chance that we’re going to die. We took off from Atlanta touched down in Germany after three days in Kuwait … Continue reading

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Jordan River Blues

I’ve got the Jordan River blues they’ve got me on the news, I’m drowning. Rivers of blood flowing carloads of tourists going wine-tasting and manger praying eating stolen olives we’re black sheep grazing too far out while I’m walking on … Continue reading

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First They Came For The Black People: An Ode To Lady Justice

visions of people in my dreams lines and lines of left, right left behind leave all your belongings you won’t need them giant computer screens names and numbers from tattooed bar-codes scanned by young women progress IBM stock rising again … Continue reading

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Johnny’s All Done Marching

(With a few lines from the patriotic WW1 song “Over There” written by George M. Cohan in April 1917. Americans believed at that time that the war would be short and the song reflected that expectation) Johnny’s out of luck … Continue reading

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Rainy Day

By the time that I finally climbed out of my polluted mind it was October. and I crawled out of my cave pulled one foot back out of the grave and pulled on a pair of pants found a shirt … Continue reading

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Crying

is this the real life i know it’s not fantasy unless my twisted mind fantasizes all the time about a fucked up world that leaves me crying all the time on the inside but out of my mind is this … Continue reading

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Goodbye for the last time…

I finally said goodbye for the last time in a dream I had last night, then she smiled as she walked away and I knew she was happy and I felt love and I knew it was all going to be … Continue reading

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rain

July 2013 rain Last night I dreamt that I was lying in bed next to you listening to the rain pouring down. Making love, then just lying there. All day. Just listening to the rain hitting the palm fronds all … Continue reading

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After Harvest

With the leaves fading from lush green into autumn art before they die and get raked and rot and return to the earth I cry for springtime for winter and for last fall when in that cool, crisp air I … Continue reading

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