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Tag Archives: family
Haiku #3 for my niece
Soon they’ll baptize you, it’s something some people do but no god owns you
Haiku #2 for my niece
You’ll feel the sun’s rays and the chaos of New York in just a few days
“Welcome To Earth” (for Carina Marie, my niece 8/13/2019)
“Welcome To Earth” (for Carina Marie, my niece 8/13/2019) Never forget that you come from the stars, you are more precious than bars of gold stacked higher than Mars, more precious than an ocean brimming with saffron. Remember, water is … Continue reading
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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Truly Grateful
I am truly grateful for all that I have so grateful that I was able to remove myself from the confines of capitalism a system that has killed countless millions, billions even, of people far better than I and I … Continue reading
Siblings
I find it amazing how so many people pay so little attention to so many wars considering that so many hours of their lives are taken from them by way of so many tax dollars so that places colonized by … Continue reading
Posted in family, human rights, poem, Poetry, Uncategorized, violence, war, war tax resistance
Tagged capitalism, family, poem, poetry, violence, Wall Street, war, war tax resistance
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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
Falling Dreams
When I was a kid I used to have dreams that I was falling. I never landed, just kept on falling. It was the same place, the same dream. I was on a farm somewhere and there was a tractor … Continue reading
Posted in american dream, animals, death, dreams, fall, family, farm, farming, farms, life, memories, poem, Poetry, roofing, Uncategorized, writing
Tagged american dream, cows, death, dreaming, dreams, falling, falling dreams, family, farming, farms, goats, grandfather, grandparents, nightmares, poems, poetry, roofing, Sheep, working class, writing
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Ala Moana
Looking down at the street below from this 14th floor hotel window I see the sidewalk where my family sleeps if God is real I hope it weeps for what society has become we don’t see our sister just another … Continue reading
Posted in abuse, addiction, Ala Moana, american dream, anxiety, broken heart, capitalism, conversation, depression, domestic violence, dreams, empathy, family, hawaii, healing, homeless, humanity, imagine, jazz, life, love, people, poem, Poetry, solidarity, soul, Uncategorized, universe, womens rights, writing
Tagged addiction, Ala Moana, alcohol, anxiety, capitalism, collateral damage, depression, drugs, family, hawaii, homelessness, humanity, ohana, paradise, poem, poetry, poverty, solidarity, Waikiki
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Bridge
The cable was strong binding the two together but after years and stormy weather it began to show signs of age and as a new storm raged it started to fray until one day only the thinnest wire remained and, … Continue reading
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