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Tag Archives: farming
I Shrug
Sometimes I’m walking around the farm and I feel something touch my arm and I look back and see a spiderweb destroyed by me and, having destroyed something so beautiful something so incredible having destroyed so much hard work so … Continue reading
Mulberry Tree
We have a ladder that can reach the very top of the mulberry tree, but there’s so much fruit to harvest from the ground, the top of the tree belongs to the birds. They eat their fill and there’s still … Continue reading
If you remain silent
If you remain silent you will hear the sound of the farmer’s heart breaking beneath the weight of the bulldozer if you remain silent you will hear the sound of olive branches breaking beneath the weight of the occupation … Continue reading
Posted in haiku, Olive trees, Palestinians, poem, Poetry, poetry for peace, tanka, Uncategorized, violence, West Bank
Tagged farming, Gaza, haiku, olive oil, olive trees, olives, palestine, Palestinians, Peace, poem, Poetry, tanka, violence, West Bank
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Regret & Karmic Debt
Some nights I want to turn back the clock a decade or more, but I made my bed so I lay awake trying my best to forget wading through oceans of regret and karmic debt and one too many mistakes, … Continue reading
Posted in guilt, haiku, humanity, life, peace, poem, Poetry, tanka, Uncategorized, war, war tax resistance, writing
Tagged addiction, alcohol, alcoholism, death, dreams, farming, guilt, haiku, healing, karma, life, love, memories, Peace, poem, Poetry, regret, sobriety, tanka, time, war
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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
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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Eden
We will erase you, all proof that you existed. This is our Eden, our canvas, blank and ready to paint our roots where yours grew. Your eyes might watch us from your prison cells and graves and tears you … Continue reading
Posted in haiku, poem, Poetry, poetry for peace, refugees, tanka, Uncategorized, violence, writing
Tagged Bethlehem, christianity, farming, haiku, history, Jesus, justice, olive trees, palestine, Peace, poem, Poetry, poetry for peace, religion, tanka, truth
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After The Fruit Is Gone
The green banana leaves lose their freshness and are outpaced by the younger leaves healthier leaves, greener leaves stronger leaves that block out the sun and the aging leaves below wind-battered, fade to yellow and wither to brown as the … Continue reading
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
Just Sing: An Ode to Ruffle the Hen
Ruffle the hen was killed today actually, I had to euthanize her one of the dogs attacked her and left her for dead and she had only just recovered from a respiratory infection and she was healthy again and she … Continue reading
Sheep
It’s terribly insulting to refer to the American people as sheep. We had to catch our sheep today because it was hoof-trimming day and parasiticide day and the sheep knew what was up they always know if we’re trying to … Continue reading
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