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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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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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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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Ink on Paper

Characters might change from one chapter to the next but they’re in the book even if you don’t turn back ink on paper, they’re in there

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Pages

The book will end one day and all that’s left will be pages filled with words, or left empty    

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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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