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Mother Earth: Greatest Poet of All
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Her poetry is beauty and music in motion, Her breeze, multi-lingual, a continual re-visioning. Some days she brings her power to the page As an aromatic out-breath. Other days she rains soft tears, or hails A jazzy rendition, a syncopated beat against tin roofs, Or sings through wintry-whispers: The sting and silence of snow.…
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Sharp Sticks Grow On Rooted Trees
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“I’m hurt, Mom,” said Cosmo, my eleven-year-old son, when he opened the front door. Blood seeped from his ear. “What happened?” “I ran into a sharp tree limb.” With a wash cloth and hydrogen peroxide, I slowed the flow of blood. “Is he gonna lose his ear, Mom? Omg, he’s gonna be like Vincent Van…
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Love Still Falls Like Sawdust
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Pioneer Tree Service, father and son, their roots carved deep, strip the limbs off my neighbor’s fifty-foot cedars.
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Waking Spirit
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For the Lummi Youth Academy May the students and faculty of Lummi Youth Academy fly and speak, fly and speak with stories and songs that depict their sacred lives.
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Acronyms for the Soul
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When human errors flog us when we must carry pain, heavy as tragedies that turn us inward