Category: War & Politics
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Buying stamps
My wife texted me from the Post Office The clerk offered new stamps with Nancy Reagan’s portrait She laughed, is that the best You can do and asked for ones with flowers 7-8-25
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haiku for No Kings protests
we’re all immigrants mother kicked us from her womb leave and don’t return 6-15-25
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haiku for the mycelium within
deep within hard ground something desires to be free open up, let it out 5-29-25
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Heroes
I honor heroes I never met Those who sank beneath the waves and never quite made it to shore Those who did not survive their last stand and no one remained to bury them Those who suffer in silence and no one knows their pain I honor you even though I do not know your…
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Wars and rumors of wars
Goose Pond is loud this morning. Resident geese don’t want to share. Homeless geese land on the far shore. Threats are honked back and forth. Honking cries escalate. Necks straighten and lean. Combatants close distance. Visitors retreat, rise up and fly. War averted this morning. Where there is unused, open space and unfilled needs, the…
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Putin’s war
(poem while reading the news) Someday the war will end and the next bullets will be for collaborators. What does a collaborator look like? Where does collaborating stop and just trying to survive begin? Hung after a show trial Turning blue at the end of rope. Feet trying to climb thin air. Jeering neighbors the…
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Erasure poem
Reading the news, I thought I’d do an erasure poem with the Bill of Rights and soon I had an empty page. We need to take back and fill in the blanks with our rights before we forget we ever had them. Carve them on the backs of our hands and on our foreheads. Let…
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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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Spinning toward munchkin town
(“For they sow the wind, and they shall reap the whirlwind.” Hosea 8:7) I don’t care if sowers of anger, inherit a whirlwind. They can reap what they sow. But a storm front has no discernment, no sense of justice; it roars across the landscape and spins until it is spent. Sowers of the wind…
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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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