I was falling and it was getting colder

and it grew dark and I could no longer see

but something reached out and grabbed me

and warmed my whole body

like a cup of hot cider

on a midwinter New England day

and I got hotter and hotter and started to sweat

and it made me forget that I had ever been cold, I forgot

that the sun had ever left the sky in the first place

but as the warmth caressed by face, I remembered

what it was like to be cold and alone with no light

and I thought about all the sunrises and sunsets

and how there’s always darkness somewhere

and how it’s always nighttime for someone

but it’s difficult to share the sun

with those on the other side of the world

no matter how hard we try

or how much we cry

explaining it’s rays doesn’t brighten the day

only the sun can do that

there are songs and books

and bottles of spirits and pills

but the only thing that can kill the nighttime

isn’t tales about morning

or artificial light

it’s dawn,

it’s the roosters crowing

as the sun starts peaking over the treetops


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I Forget The Cold

you are the sun

I only appreciate you in absence

when you’re gone, I’m left squinting to the moonlight

trying to write you ode upon ode, professing the joy I feel when you shine

the comfortable warmth I only start to recognize after the cool night air bites my skin

and you’re gone and I need a flannel and a knit cap to warm up my bones

but it’s never enough and no blanket is warm like you

but the sun rises, I forget the odes

I forget the cold

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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

the little children wonder, why

why does the sky fall on their village

and why must distant cousins come to pillage,

come to steal what we used to share

and why is it that we don’t care

and say, ‘it’s not my fault the world’s not fair’

we’re afraid of truth and cannot bare

that we cause thousand mile stares

as gazes come from countless eyes

that watch us holding up our prize

but gold paint washes from the lead

and all we’re left with is the dead

and unfed masses crying out

is this what life is all about?

we are the cancer, could we be the cure

if once more giving finds allure

but more and more we’re told to seek

and build our cities on the meek

but what I have is yours as well

and short of that, we’re stuck in hell

hoarding life and giving death,

uprooting trees and holding breath

but we can’t breathe the dollar bill

and buy our soul back with a pill

it’s oil fueling hipster bars

like fireflies in mason jars

the lights stay on the more you shake

but what about the life you take

as earthquakes shake the land of OZ

and tar sands ooze out to applause

like hatred from the bible belt

will we survive the glacial melt

as stocks and waters swallow life

or will we stay behind the fife

and climb the mountain to the top,

and squeeze earth and earthlings

to the last drop…?


Maybe then the band will stop




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Yesterday midnight ran away

but she turned up today

and the dogs wanted to play

and chased her up a tree

so I climbed a ladder and brought her down

and prey is now free from predator

and she’s resting with some fresh water

and an entire can of sardines


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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 long, based on what was happening

I figured that I was in hell, or someplace like it.


I must have died somehow, and now I was in hell.

It was absolutely awful.


There were people dying all around me

from famine and disease.


Bombs were dropping on them

and they were too weak to run.


Then, all of a sudden the bombs stopped falling

and the people seemed to be recovering.


There was food, and medicine.


Some people even started playing music.


Miraculously, things were turning around.

Maybe I was wrong, maybe this wasn’t hell.


I was beginning to think

that things were going to be okay


when a crowd of people gathered around me

and I followed them to these machines


and we had pockets full of coins

and we put the coins into the machines


but as soon as the coins were in the machines

the people who had been dying earlier,


not the ones who I joined at the machines,

but the other people started to die again.


Death began to appear back on their faces

and then the bombs started to fall on them again.


More and more people died from famine and disease,

and from the bombs.


Then, suddenly, the bombs slowed down again

and the people stopped dying and grew stronger


they grew stronger

and life was good


so of course this couldn’t be hell…


but then the other crowd reappeared

and I followed them, on autopilot,


and we put more coins into the machines

and then the other group of people


started to drop like flies

faster and faster


old women, old men, and babies

children, mothers, and fathers


they looked awful

and were dying in greater numbers than before


dying from famine and disease

faster now than from the bombs


but still, more and more bombs were falling

on more and more people


until I finally realized

that there were none of the other people left alive.


The bombs continued for a little while longer, for good measure

but the people were all dead


and in the new silence

the birds began to chirp again


The first group of people

the ones I followed


they were walking back towards me now

but none of them had any coins left


and I had no coins left

so we just wandered around


stepping over the rubble

and the dead bodies.


This went on and on and on,

walking around like this on autopilot


stepping over the dead,

looking for more coins to feed the machine


but there were no coins

and now we were hungry


but there was no food

because the landscape was decimated


and nothing would grow

in the wake of the machine.



Then I woke up. My heart was racing

and I was covered in sweat.


I thought about my dream

and I realized that it wasn’t hell at all.


It was Yemen and Syria

It was Iraq and Afghanistan


and Libya and Somalia

it was everywhere the other people live


the only difference was, in my dream

we could see what we were paying for


and we could see what was possible

if we stopped feeding the machine.


No, that wasn’t hell.

Hell is out of sight and out of mind.


Hell is where we call the dead “collateral damage”.

Hell is full of the other people.


So no, we don’t live in hell

we live in purgatory


but we create hell

for the other people.





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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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A War Criminal Is Dead

One score and eight years

after the first bombs dropped

Iraq is still breathing

and a war criminal is dead.

Other’s will die

and mothers will cry

but there is more space now

for doves to fly

and they will rise

from the ashes

and they will redraw

their own destiny

and they will retell

their own history.

A war criminal is dead

and his victims do not rejoice

they seek peace

and they seek to reclaim their voice

they seek to cut the strings

attached to the fingers of monsters

who make them dance

to please the highest bidder.


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