Category: War & Politics
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Canticle of bones
in the rain in a green field in homage of another time stands an abandoned house we know what kills a farm chases a family to the city but not what kills a whale that swims in a field of green ___ bleached bone corpse stripped of bark where children played swung on branches laughed…
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a modest proposal
This morning I saw flocks of crows hanging out on equipment abandoned in a swamp and then I thought maybe they missed the flight for their yearly winter Caribbean vacation It was cold and rainy and then I thought wouldn’t it be nice if the folks who do genetic engineering bred GMO black crows with…
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Front yards
You want a house on the edge of town land enough for a garden, chickens and guinea hens You want a screened porch to keep mosquitoes at bay and a stately oak tree to day dream under You want a nice cafe and coffee shop to walk to an independent book store next to the…
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Al’s Saturday Morning Guide To Not Become An Ignorant Fool
Never ask a Bedouin how to paddle a canoe Never ask a Hawaiian how to ride a camel Never ask a taxi driver the shortest way to the airport Never ask a pack of thieves to convict a thief 2-8-20
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Arsonist
History is not for sure who designed Nero’s clothes what song he played on his fiddle if it was a top 40 hit or if he fiddled at all but they remember the stench of Rome burning History is not for sure about all of his infidelities or if he was incestuous who hung his…
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Iowa
When crows fly off to winter in Mexico the woods grows dumb with grackles in trees Flocks of pundits that do not give good omens or laugh at the straw men caucusing in the fields Buzzards take their place along the fence watch squirrels play in traffic hoping for a meal 2-4-20
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The Problem with the American male
Once upon a time, the American male sat up in the middle of the night and became woke and he reluctantly admitted to himself that all the gods and goddesses of Bullfinch’s Mythology aren’t real and he reluctantly admitted to himself that all of his boyhood fantasies are misogynistic nonsense and he knew man came…
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The scrimshander
all that remains as proof that once he sailed oceans chasing a whale fleeing for its life a life worth 100 barrels of rendered fat he pulled a tooth to etch while waiting for his next kill now it sits on some collector’s mantle who doesn’t know and doesn’t care to know the sailor’s name…
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A Woman of Bloomsbury
Rocks on the bottom of the River Ouse are stained with ink of stories unwritten You read the last page went to bed woke in the night with tears in your eyes You wish you could have saved her you wish you could save them all You stand at the kitchen window watch a woman…
My husband's poetry 