Tag Archives: farming

I Shrug

Sometimes I’m walking around the farm and I feel something touch my arm and I look back and see a spiderweb destroyed by me and, having destroyed something so beautiful something so incredible having destroyed so much hard work so … Continue reading

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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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If you remain silent

If you remain silent you will hear the sound  of the farmer’s heart breaking beneath the weight of the bulldozer   if you remain silent you will hear the sound  of olive branches breaking beneath the weight of the occupation … Continue reading

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Regret & Karmic Debt

Some nights I want to turn back the clock a decade or more, but I made my bed so I lay awake trying my best to forget wading through oceans of regret and karmic debt and one too many mistakes, … Continue reading

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Farmers for Peace

When we’re growing food we’re liberating ourselves from want, from need, from greed, from seeds of fear and we’re setting the dove free to soar with olive branches away from perpetual war, away from hate away from the fate scripted … 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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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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