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  • In This Time Of Exile (Poem)

    in the journey to home, what do I carry

    even the lightest of memories can burden

    the wrinkled hands of my grandmother preparing jam

    the salty bite from a wave stinging my eyes

    the throaty calls of bullfrogs sending me to sleep

    the orange moon filling the night beyond my childhood window

    these have filled my coat pockets

    their bittersweet weight heavy as stones

    if I drop them, will I walk easier on the road

    or float away from any ground, dispersing all self into the sky

  • Nolichucky (Poem)

    will you mourn if you kill a river

    the murder of water is no small thing

    money and war do not sustain life

    when you were a child thirsty from the noon day heat

    did you drink down a glass of clanking coins

    when you washed your hands dirty from grime

    did you run them under a show of force

    when you grew your fields green with food

    did you irrigate them with destructive toys

    perhaps you do fill your cup with dollar bills

    pile your plates with war planes and bombs

    making yourself gaunt withered unaware

    when you are dying and long for one last cooling sip

    you’ll moisten your parched throat

    with the only thing left to flow

    poison that will kill us all

  • Dwells In The Heart (Poem)

    a shadow passing over the moon

    one cast by radiance from the sun

    the shining joy of constant regard

    and each orb’s glow is ever seen

    as night follows day and back again

    what we know is not obscured

    sorrow not to be eschewed

    treasure it as reminder

    remember always remember love