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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 #3 for my niece

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

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Protecting Mosques

Using American tax dollars  to provide security  to protect mosques in America  will not be  nearly as effective  at protecting mosques  as not using American tax dollars  to provide bombs  to blow up mosques around the world  would be.

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God’s House

We feign sadness now as Notre Dame is engulfed in flames, “How awful, God’s house burning, all of that beauty…” Our mistake was when   we decided to lock God inside a building and destroy the real temple, to desecrate … Continue reading

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Thoughts & Prayers

You are in my thoughts for whatever it’s worth and I said a prayer for you today, though I can’t say anyone listened, they   never listen. I hope to Christ and Buddha and Marx and to the sharks and … Continue reading

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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

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Only Words

Are they only words just letters pieced together tell me, what’s stronger what’s more powerful than words than these sounds we make to justify taking lives if I create God, tell me, of what use is it without words that … Continue reading

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The Poppies Are Everywhere

Marx called religion the opium of the masses but we pray to Gods of war and the poppies are everywhere and we pretend to remember (and care) and we feel so much better now and we won’t dare question the … Continue reading

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Tired and Hungry and Poor

We all came here tired and hungry and poor we spent lifetimes in the factories but dreamed of so much more now the only jobs are in Afghanistan fighting in this endless war and America is tired, and hungry, and poor … Continue reading

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In The Sky

I. Helicopters buzz alongside lush-green sea cliffs through sacred valleys and over farmland, cutting through peace and quiet, cutting   through silence like knives chop, chop, chop, a reminder of missionaries sharpening their blades, chopping the islands like venison   … Continue reading

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