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Medicine Not Bombs

They say we are at war but if this were a war we have left our soldiers without bullets and combat boots if this were a war we have left our airmen without bombs and jet fuel if this were … 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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Haiku #6 for my niece 

Spend time in nature ask your parents to take you upstate now and then

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Haiku #5 for my niece 

Some days you’ll want to cry all day for no reason. That’s perfectly fine.

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Haiku #4 for my niece

Life gives bushels of lemons and limes but sometimes it’s sweet oranges.

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Haiku #3 for my niece

Soon they’ll baptize you, it’s something some people do but no god owns you

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Haiku #2 for my niece

You’ll feel the sun’s rays and the chaos of New York in just a few days

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