Category Archives: poetry for peace

It’s a Privilege

Our grandfather was a roofer and he spent his whole life busting his ass to provide for his working class children and then his working class grandchildren and then, when he was 68 years old he was repairing a chimney … 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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Earth & Earthlings

It’s hard to see the galaxies through the hatred and violence and it’s hard to hear humanity through the deafening silence and the fife and drum of the marching band when fireworks light up the sky and the flames are fanned … Continue reading

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Pockets Full Of Coins

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 … Continue reading

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The Lone Dove

When the hawk fell dead from the dark grey sky above, the lone dove exhaled.

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For Tradition’s Sake

  From Plymouth Rock to Standing Rock, the west has rolled from sea to sea, with cultures in our wake yet we take pride in the meals we make   for traditions sake on the fourth Thursday every November. As … Continue reading

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