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Tag Archives: farm
Fat and Happy
As I arrived at my friends farm yesterday, I thought I heard the sound of bone being cut, pig bone or maybe sheep or goat, but the sound that I heard was the grinder my friend held in his … Continue reading
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
Posted in doves, farm, farmers, farming, farms, haiku, human rights, humanity, peace, poem, Poetry, poetry for peace, tanka, Uncategorized, war, war tax resistance
Tagged Afghanistan, capitalism, doves, farm, farmers for peace, farming, fear, food sovereignty, greed, haiku, hate, iraq, love, Peace, poem, Poetry, poetry for peace, sharing, sustainability, tanka, technology, war
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Planting, Harvesting
Covered in red dirt with Bumpy the dog close by I become timeless and weightless, floating between yesterday and tomorrow as I till the earth and plant food for the future and the sun will rise and the winter … Continue reading
We Can’t Eat Money
What if today’s youth were taught to become farmers rather than bankers?
Birds
The other day, I sat in silence watching the birds play and listening to them sing and each time one would leave it would bring a few more as it returned and I thought it was a bird party until … Continue reading
Dogs Of War
Once in a while our dog Pali will find a deer bone or antler and she’ll be so proud, slobbering all over herself and everything else just chomping away without a care in the world and she’ll be content and … Continue reading
When Pigs Cry
The pigs have begun to cry now at the sight of the lambs being devoured by the predators but what about the sheep what about the cows what about all those goats and the horses the cats and the dogs … Continue reading
Posted in america, american dream, farm, farming, Gaza, greed, history, horses, human rights, Iraq, poem, Poetry, poverty, racism, refugees, refugees welcome, Sheep, solidarity, Syria, Uncategorized, Vietnam, violence, war, white privilege
Tagged alpacas, America, american dream, Border Patrol, cages, chickens, ducks, farm, farming, geese, goats, hiorses, ICE, lambs, llamas, Mexico, pigs, poem, poetry, refugees, Sheep, taxes, Texas, violence, war, white privilege
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They Ate Weeds
When the goats escaped they walked right past the garden, an abundance of delicious leafy-green vegetables to eat weeds. It’s not the fence that truly confines them. I won’t test this theory though. I immediately led them … Continue reading
Elegy For Fluffy
Stop this senseless violence strong against weak rich against poor this dog-eat-chicken world I can’t take any more a lot of good chickens have been eaten for fun but the dogs just keep smiling knowing not what they’ve done tried … Continue reading
Posted in animals, birds, chickens, collateral damage, dogs, empathy, family, farm, farming, humanity, life, murder, pets, poem, Poetry, Uncategorized, violence, war tax resistance, writing
Tagged animals, chickens, death, dogs, farm, farming, life, pets, poem, poetry, taxes, trees, violence, war tax resistance
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Gaza
I was losing myself in the sky reflecting in a puddle, a mirror left by an afternoon shower on the floor of our open-air barn. Mesmerized by the tree branches swaying in the breeze and by the clouds arriving and … Continue reading
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