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This poetry collection addresses the tangled issues of war, colonization, genocide, and the war on earth itself, relating them to the arbitrary notion of land “ownership.”
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I’ve been losing it since I was taught to have it. There’s no having. It comes and goes, a spiral, a comet, with no predictable orbit.
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Shelburne Falls Porch Music Festival is next Sunday, July 12, 2026! I’ll be reading poetry at 2-2:50 in the Arms public library…
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Still one of my favorite poems. Previously published by The RavensPerch. “The ‘path’ comes into existence only when we observe it.” —Werner HeisenbergA bee hovers—facing, as I do,the wedge of sky pointing down the canyon,absorbing heat from the granite walls.We are nearly still—wings beat precisely to stay in place.Heart beats preciselythe languid pulse of sitting.I…
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Mignolo Dance translated the first section of “Encircling Earth: the Center of Our Gravity” into dance. Accompanying the poem with dance is a suggestion a writer’s group friend made way back when the poem was new, in 2002. Thanks Mignolo! I like the ending best… To learn about the amazing sisters collaborating as Mignolo Arts…
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written on the occasion of Trump dropping the so-called “Mother of All Bombs” on Afghanistan Sure, some of us have never seen war,but we’re still bitter.Our country is still bombing.Our country that says we get to decide. We’ve never wanted to bombcountries we’ve never seenbut hear are full of people. Our country doesn’t want us to…
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I.What of your walk today will you remember?No great blue heron fished in the reeds, through the ice, like that day last winter.You saw no friend you rarely see: none butthose you usually pass and nod to.Who will remember today at all, other thanhow ordinary it was:surely the water rests in the coveand dandelions in…
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Which war are we fighting now?I can’t keep track.Did we win one?And who are we, anyway?I was fighting the war on poverty,you, the war on drugs.I was on drugs. Were you on poverty?War on terror was terrifying–is it over? How will we know?It’s all a black box, a black site.When some man with a map…
