Category: history
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Upon a hill
Upon a hill there stands a house, Windows gaze out softly on the farm, Dawn wakes quiet as a mouse. Furrows stitch fields like hems on a blouse Each row a hymn, each row a psalm, Upon a hill there stands a house. Winds over hay, a gentle spouse, Lingers warm, protective and calm, Dawn…
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Akkadian bricks
in the annuals of men I read atrocities numbers of dead names of survivors who they were does not exist broken refashioned in fire their history hidden in the glazing who they were does not exist living is not survival names of dead numbers of living who they were does not exist 9-8-25
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May Day 1971, Washington, DC
Talking to myself, I asked myself, do you remember that day in May, that day in 1971, fortified with cannabis, when you thought skinny-dipping out of a cherry tree into the Tidal Basin was somehow an act of incredible bravery and defiance against Nixon’s war machine. Covered in trash and muck you walked naked through…
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For Mussolini’s partisans
How many souls have perished, because someone else believed war and violence was the answer and the working class must kill each other to prove their point? If you are going to suffer and die for someone else’s folly, it does not matter how you die, don’t be a tool of their oppression and take…
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Questions for my ancestor
When did the first fish crest spy the shore and believe dry land was an option? And how many generations before that first step and how many more generations until cruise ships became all the rage? 4-14-25
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Ice houses
Who cut the last ice block from the river before compressors and Freon made him obsolete? Did he find a new career or blame it on someone else, sulk among relics and try to turn back time? What of the saws, the wagons, the horses and ice houses half buried in the sod? Move to…
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