Monthly Archives: April 2019

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

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I Followed Them

I had a dream last night and in the dream, I woke up and I didn’t know where I was. There was nothing leading up to it, I just woke up in a strange place. Before too long, based on … Continue reading

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2nd Hand

Are you ready to let go of those 3rd, and 4th, and 5th hand fairy-tales, are you ready to set sail in your own ship, ready to grab hold of the pen and make it the trip that you want to … Continue reading

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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

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Old Piggy Bank

I think about the million human beings who were just trying to survive eighteen years ago and are no longer alive because America had to go shake the queen’s old piggy bank and smash it on the floor and terrorize … Continue reading

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Silence is Golden

Silence is golden only for the corrupt men that it emboldens

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Ink

Why is there silence  amid all this destruction  though we sing psalms  and call ourselves holy  holding rosary beads  with outstretched hands  not realizing that ink left in the well kills far more  than any weapon  that Wall Street  can … Continue reading

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