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September Tears

Forget about Afghanistan just keep your heads in the sand, and pay no mind to Iraq and only care about white, not black   and only care about white, not brown look away as cops shoot ’em all down and as … Continue reading

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Mountains & Oceans

my mind is a mountain my arms the intermittent streams where thoughts occasionally cascade making it to the piedmont that is my wrists and down to my fingertips where they drain into rivers of words that flow into oceans where … Continue reading

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Hospital Hill

In Northampton, there is a hospital on a hill or at least there was. My mother grew up sledding down Hospital Hill in the shadows of the Northampton State Hospital in days when winter provided more snow than it does these … Continue reading

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58 People

58 people have died today 58 people have gone away 58 people and now you pray for Las Vegas.   58 people have died today in Las Vegas but it’s everyday in Iraq and it’s everyday in Afghanistan don’t you … Continue reading

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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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But…They’re Muslims.

What if the Rohingya were Christians? What if they were Jews? What if we didn’t listen to the news and cared about everybody instead? What if we viewed their dead the same as our own? What if villages burning by the … 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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