Tag Archives: farming

Flowers

Vases full of freshly-cut flowers sit on the sills of windows opened to the world and with all the beauty of the presentation death hides in plain sight. We don’t see that life is gone until all that’s left are … Continue reading

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Those Eyes

Life on a farm. Sometimes, animals die and sometimes, you have to kill them. This morning, our dogs caught a young deer and critically wounded her. The bloodcurdling cries woke my wife and I, and as I ran outside screaming … Continue reading

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Cranberry Sunflower-Seed Sourdough Bread

07 August 2017 I’m sitting here tonight alone at the Maui airport eating Friendly Farm’s Cranberry Sunflower Seed Sourdough Bread and I wish that you were here with me and I wish that we had butter

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Kalaupapa

how many feet have walked along this trail for years and years and years before hiking shoes and boots how many mules have stepped on these stones carying the weight of history how many tears have fallen remains a mystery but … Continue reading

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Spring

Flowers need the spring plants need the spring trees need the spring and the farmer needs the spring after a cold, harsh winter so the snow can melt the earth can thaw and the birds can sing once again.   … Continue reading

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Starry Night Over Ho’olehua

Just when the world gets too heavy pound after pound after pound piling up until its too much I step out into the meadow and look up and every star twinkles, billions upon billions upon billions beyond what we can … Continue reading

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Palestinian Cigarettes

Palestinian cigarettes burn extremely fast it seems like, to make them last we have to stop, or turn back the clock. Some say its fate that makes them burn this way.   I met an old man, an olive farmer in a small … Continue reading

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