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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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After The Fruit Is Gone

The green banana leaves lose their freshness and are outpaced by the younger leaves healthier leaves, greener leaves stronger leaves that block out the sun and the aging leaves below wind-battered, fade to yellow and wither to brown as the … Continue reading

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Planting, Harvesting

Covered in red dirt with Bumpy the dog close by I become timeless and weightless, floating between yesterday and tomorrow   as I till the earth and plant food for the future and the sun will rise and the winter … Continue reading

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Just Sing: An Ode to Ruffle the Hen

Ruffle the hen was killed today actually, I had to euthanize her one of the dogs attacked her and left her for dead and she had only just recovered from a respiratory infection and she was healthy again and she … Continue reading

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Sheep

It’s terribly insulting to refer to the American people as sheep. We had to catch our sheep today because it was hoof-trimming day and parasiticide day and the sheep knew what was up they always know if we’re trying to … Continue reading

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We Can’t Eat Money

What if today’s youth were taught to become farmers rather than bankers?

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Choose

The gardens will grow whether we sow seeds of love or seeds of hate. Choose.

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