• My Land

    I was told this was home
    I was given it on silver plater
    They fail to tell me that I would have to steal it

    Words written on paper was crafted beautifully
    Penmanship to die for
    That was it…
    The hidden message

    To die for

    I can not take what is not mine
    Can land really be mine
    The oil and coal pillage from m…Read More

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    • In Indigenous culture and belief, no one owns the land, we inherit it and are part of it and must share and protect it, leaving it in better shape for future generations. I think this is a much better culture, belief, and morality than what we have in today’s world. I like your poem because it points to this kind of understanding. A very fitting…Read More

  • On April 2nd, When All Lies Lose Their Nerve

    No lie, not even the elegant ones,survives the arrival of April 2nd.It comes in quietly,feverish but polite,like someone who knocks softlybefore rearranging all the furniture in your mind. Yesterday’s mischief still clings to the air,smelling faintly of banana peel bravadoand...

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  • On April 2nd, When All Lies Lose Their Nerve

    No lie, not even the elegant ones,
    survives the arrival of April 2nd.
    It comes in quietly,
    feverish but polite,
    like someone who knocks softly
    before rearranging all the furniture in your mind.

    Yesterday’s mischief still clings to the air,
    smelling faintly of banana peel bravado
    and the k…Read More

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  • A little dream

    Clouds rolling in softly
    Delicately like a purr
    Wrapped in warm cotton
    Trailing thoughts of a time of tenderness

    Inner eye awakens to a place
    Where safety is given
    Love is freely accepted
    And a genuine smile is cherished

    Let me not wake from this
    Wanting to hold and be held
    In a world of nonreality
    Let me have…Read More

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  • April Fools, With Fangs

    April shows up
    yellow as a banana peel left to rot in the sun,
    a warning disguised as a joke,
    a joke disguised as mercy.

    Truth drags itself in after her,
    dust‑coated,
    half‑asleep,
    muttering that honesty is overrated
    and timing is everything.

    The day is a trapdoor:
    you step,
    it laughs,
    you fall,
    it shr…Read More

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