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The Dog-Eared Page
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Let It Go
She spoke to me. I know it was Her. I have no words with which to tell you how sure I am that it was the Mother. Trust me.
January 2019
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Praise Song For The Day
A Poem for Barack Obama’s Presidential Inauguration
December 2018
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Capitalism And The Wage System
The modern growth of monopolies in the shape of trusts, cartels, federations of employers and so on has greatly increased the power of the capitalist to levy toll on the community. This tendency will not cease of itself, but only through definite action on the part of those who do not profit by the capitalist regime.
November 2018
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The Wandering Jew
There was once a Jew who had been wandering for hundreds of years in search of his death.
October 2018The Dog-Eared Page
Where We Start
This is where we are right now. It’s a racial stalemate we’ve been stuck in for years. Contrary to the claims of some of my critics, black and white, I have never been so naive as to believe that we can get beyond our racial divisions in a single election cycle, or with a single candidate — particularly a candidacy as imperfect as my own.
September 2018The Dog-Eared Page
Two Mirrors Facing Each Other
One does not sit in order to become enlightened. One sits because, as the Buddha exclaimed at the moment of his awakening, one is enlightened as one is. The practice is simply a means of realizing this fact, which the ordinary, dualistic mind obscures.
August 2018The Dog-Eared Page
Intimacy With Fear
If we commit ourselves to staying right where we are, then our experience becomes very vivid. Things become very clear when there is nowhere to escape.
July 2018The Dog-Eared Page
From Slavery To Freedom
The silver trump of freedom had roused my soul to eternal wakefulness. Freedom now appeared, to disappear no more forever. It was heard in every sound, and seen in every thing. It was ever present to torment me with a sense of my wretched condition.
June 2018The Dog-Eared Page
Calling Him Back From Layoff
I called a man today. After he said
hello and I said hello came a pause
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The Brave Little Parrot
Long ago, a little gray parrot lived in a green forest. She was a happy bird and loved to fly. One day a dark storm hovered over the forest. Lightning flashed and the forest began to burn.
April 2018
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