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A Favorite Poem (Issue #14)

Hello, there!

It has been over two months since my last “A Favorite Poem” issue, and I greatly apologize for that. Just like with the “Sunday Slow Jams” and “Man Crush Monday” features, I’m slowly catching up on them after finishing my travel posts from this last vacation in Asia. 747 more words

Twenties

11 Questions...

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Why do organic farmers actually have to pay for not polluting the environment with poisons? 253 more words

Awareness

11 Fragen...

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Warum müssen eigentlich Biobauern dafür bezahlen, dass sie die Umwelt nicht mit Giften verpesten?

Warum steckt man eigentlich so viel Geld in die Erforschung von genmanipulativ gewonnener Nahrung, wenn man dies doch stattdessen für den Erhalt unseres Planeten einsetzen könnte? 211 more words

Gewahrsamkeit

Caboose Thoughts

It’s going to come out all right—do you know?
The sun, the birds, the grass—they know.
They get along—and we’ll get along.

Some days will be rainy and you will sit waiting… 101 more words

Poetry

Prayers of Steel

Lay me on an anvil, O God.
Beat me and hammer me into a crowbar.
Let me pry loose old walls.
Let me lift and loosen old foundations. 56 more words

Poetry

Fog

The fog comes
on little cat feet.

It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.

Carl Sandburg, 1878-1967

Poetry

City of Big Shoulders

What I envisioned to be a summer of solitude, recharging, and renewal of spirit after a difficult year evaporated on June 2 when my mother entered the hospital for cancer treatment and where she still remains today.   379 more words

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