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Lost Children of Militarized America

April 2004 Parris Island,

Dear Mom,

Sorry it has taken so long for me to write, but things are rather hectic here as you might imagine. 5,282 more words

Poetry at the Post: The Loss of Innocence or The Trans-Pecos Pipeline


There is nothing more innocent
than the still-unformed creature I find beneath soil,
neither of us knowing what it will become… 336 more words


A still place / Un lieu à l'arrêt

“There is a still place, a gap between the worlds, spoken by the tribal knowings of thousands of years. In it are silent flyings that stand aside from human struggles and the designs of our own makings. 146 more words

The Threshold / Le Seuil

“Walking, I can almost hear the redwoods beating. And the oceans are above me here, rolling clouds, heavy and dark. It is winter and there is smoke from the fires.

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*watch & listen*

“Walking. I am listening to a deeper way. Suddenly all my ancestors are behind me. Be still, they say. Watch and listen. You are the result of the love of thousands.”~Linda Hogan (b. 1947), Native American writer


Waking up the Rake

‘Waking up the Rake’ depicts the protagonist, who while working at the Birds of Prey Rehabilitation Foundation starts to see the depth and connect between human and animal life. 290 more words

The Walls & Floorboards Warp & Slope

“The roof settles in, the paint cracks, the walls and floorboards warp and slope downward in their own natural ways, telling us that life must stay in everything as the world… 10 more words