radix

oh papa, the fields are plowed under oh papa, the seeds are all salt oh papa, the tree’s burned to cinders oh papa, we know it’s our fault oh papa, the babies are crying oh papa, the streets run with blood oh papa, look, everyone’s dying oh papa, how can this bring good? oh papa,…

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one more day ’til december

one more day ’til december it’s nearly the last spoke on the wheel of the year out my window i can see the desolation of the garden where limp brown leaves still cling to rusty tomato cages sunday’s snow has all but melted and here and there the grass is defiantly green, but it knows…

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all things considered

now it’s november; the world grows cold once when i was young and full of myself i tried to imagine the nuances of human nature how swiftly a life runs away born away by the violent disappointed idealists they all had stories but maybe that’s wishful thinking … inside my mind exists another world and…

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some things remain

beep, beep the chair lift warns us out of the way as granny rides slowly down the fifteen white-carpeted stairs past the picture frames filled with memories of earlier days; we have all grown older. in the kitchen grandpa rattles through the cupboard looking for baking sheets for the cinnamon rolls do you want cantaloupe…

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