Monthly Archives: November 2018

Last Thursday of November

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

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Save Your Breath

Please don’t thank me, save your breath and thank a tree for the air you breathe and thank a cloud for the water you drink and thank a farmer for the food you eat and thank a teacher if you’ve … Continue reading

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Don’t Thank Me

Don’t thank me, save your breath, and thank a tree for the air you breathe thank a cloud for the water you drink thank a farmer for the food you eat thank a teacher if you’ve ever learned anything thank a musician if … Continue reading

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Over and Over and Over

Battle hymns are still played over and over and over and flag draped boxes still arrive at Dover and its a fraction of the casualties of World War One but it’s still somebody’s daughter and somebody’s son and, though technology has … 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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Only The Bible Is Allowed To Be Sacred

Not even with a thirty meter telescope will we be able to see all the damage done to the ‘āina already we won’t see polluted aquifers and an ailing reef we won’t see the monk seals and turtles laying on … Continue reading

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Not From There: Ode to Mauna Kea

we’ll tell them they need
to look at the stars, but we’re fireflies in jars trying
to enlighten them,
we’re just a street lamp
believing that we
can enlighten the moon Continue reading

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