January 2012
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An old poem from a few years ago.
Quiet as a pebble watching from below nestled in the ruffage changing composition slow. The seasons fly on by Birds and leaves wheel over head butterflies alight. The sun is changing all its colors fading into night ever slower ever faster a rapid promenade. The hand that turns us over is the hand from which we’re made. I cannot believe the speed with which some of us skim through life As...
December 2011
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I just realized I narrowly escaped being raped and...
I was an only child. I remember playing in the front yard, examining the grass, looking up at the sky, sitting and thinking.
One day, when I was about six or seven, a big brown van rolls up in front of the yard and a man in the driver’s seat yells at me through the open window: “Hey! I lost my dog, have you seen a puppy around here?”
Compulsively I say, “Nope!...
November 2011
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Blind faith, you make me cry. →
November: a poem.
Leaves hang like open pages of a book.
Torn, scalloped, yellow. They narrate the history of a summer: the details of the weather and the signatures of a myriad tiny mouthparts taking their daily bread. Give us this day, O tree.
Sunrises and sunsets, the seasonal stain of molecular cycles, the winds and rains all written on the leaves of an epic.
The wind whispers laments and moves the...
Is it Right for Members of Congress to use their... →
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Excerpt:
Schweizer: We know that during the healthcare debate people were trading healthcare stocks. We know that during the financial crisis of 2008 they were getting out of the market before the rest of America really knew what was going on.
In mid September 2008 with the Dow Jones Industrial average still above ten thousand, Treasury Secretary Hank Paulson...
October 2011
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