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I go to the forest
To hear leaves fall,
Instead I hear
Chainsaws,
And know
A genocide
Has come to pass.
Mountain huts
Kindle their
smokestac..
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I will bend my knee no longer,
And she won’t get on two.
Kneeling time is over;
Coronation’s finally through.
Praying is so pass&eacut..
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When I was wee young
I thought blackbird pie
Had beaks and feathers
Sticking out of it,
And the perforations
In the crust were their
Attempts t..
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crickets �- get loud this time of year
the fall of leaves 🍁 deaden in my ear;
over the quiet tempest
of Mother Nature’s f..
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I can’t get mad at the rain
It does its thing,
Sometime sideways,
Sometimes angled,
But most of the time
It’s straight.
It’s ..
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Written Sept. 21, 2016
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There’s this thing called hunger,
and it’s so damn close to anger
in speech and taste,
that I really wonder
if they weren’t ..
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I left my leg
At a checkpoint
In Afghanistan
I still think of her a lot;
I write it love letters
I’ve flown to Kabul
To see where they
Bu..
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Written 14 September 2015
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Written 11 September 2017
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