Tag Archives: working class

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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My Father Is Like America

He tried, is what I tell myself. He was dealt a shitty hand in life, he had a horrible, deadbeat father and a crazy mother and he had the best of intentions, and he wanted to run away from his … Continue reading

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Falling Dreams

When I was a kid I used to have dreams that I was falling. I never landed, just kept on falling. It was the same place, the same dream. I was on a farm somewhere and there was a tractor … Continue reading

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May Day

It’s May Day May Day May Day come, workers of the world unite and fight for justice tell all the boys and girls that today’s the day, no need to pray we’ll stand up and we’ll fight and we won’t … Continue reading

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Revolution

We kiss the rings of queens and kings as jesters laugh and hangmen sing as peasants toil in the field and taxmen sieze nine-tenths their yield to give the king and queen more jewels… Please question not, these are the … Continue reading

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April 21, 2006: The day Poppy fell off a roof for the last time

written April 21, 2013 seven years ago today I was living in Portland, Maine, on my way home from work when I got the news that, for the second time in four years, my grandfather had fallen off a roof. … Continue reading

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