Category: Ethics
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Conservation – Solar Water Reclamation
Solar Water Reclamation Sparklingreclaimed waterslowly flows northin the edge ofthe otherwise dry lowerSanta Cruzthen to theGila and eventuallythe Colorado sun glares offacres ofsolar arraypoweringthe reclaimingengines disgorging thereclaimedreconstitutedamniotic fluidof life as predatorand preyobserve fromshadow-gorgedhidey-holes andshade-camouflagedcreviced walls and I stare at the arraywonderinghow it got this way dry riverbedspoisoned blue skiesplastic-laced foodsynthetic body-partsand lies, lies, lies but of coursewe do…
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My Muse
My Museby Sarah Jarosz I spin around in your loveIn a place of wonderI want to wanderWith you, my muse In a dream of carouselsOn waves in caravelsCollecting seashellsFor you, my muse I peruse and conjureSit and ponderThen go underThe blanket of your wordsThe way I feelThe things I singThe songs I writeThe joy you…
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You, Darkness
You, Darknessby Ranier Maria Rilke – a Bohemian-Austrian poet You, darkness, that I come fromI love you more than all the firesthat fence in the world,for the fire makes a circle of light for everyoneand then no one outside learns of you. But the darkness pulls in everything-shapes and fires, animals and myself,how easily it…
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Memoir – Some Final Thoughts
Some Final Thoughts This is the first in a series of final thoughts as I close-out my memoir. There could be more, but this is probably the most important, and may well be the end, finis… Existence – Why – What IS the Point? IS there a point? You may not want to read this.…
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‘June is Bustin’ Out All Over…’
JUNE Deep in emerald foliage, barky black and gray,moss frosted, giant, vine cloaked, arborealchia-pet Druids, the forest in repose. Hit-n-run Gemini rains leave the misty moorflush with flowers, flies, and toads.And the “real world” with its deadlines,dead-ends, and deadheads, screams“LIES, LIES, LIES.” Overhead, darkening skies adorn themselveswith plundered treasures of unicorn and dragon riders,the last…
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High Hopes
High Hopesby Pink Floyd Beyond the horizon of the place we lived when we were youngIn a world of magnets and miraclesOur thoughts strayed constantly and without boundaryThe ringing of the division bell had begun Along the Long Road and on down the causewayDo they still meet there by the Cut?There was a ragged band…
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A Delinquent at Six – A Memoir Memory
I published this in my memoir last year, but I thought it would be fun to bring it back to show what a cool cucumber I was at age six–NOT! A Delinquent at Six I had been walked to school a couple of times by my Mom. After that, I was expected to walk with…
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Stew and Recipe
Stew and Recipe Closing, the waking dream unfolds, the path to consciousness — untold,The printer hums, the keyboard clicks, the cursor blinks, 1 human brain (shredded). The surge crashes, the mind blanks — consciousness returns. 2-much stock (quantum soup — quarks, mesons, pisons, and other subatomic nutrients — unprocessed). Bio-transducer/receiver translates the quantum runes,…
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Bird of Prey
Bird of Prey sitting in a dead oldbuzzards’s tree, preeningchecking-out the pathnorth and south, thenstaring keenly into the wash I’m not sure what it wassomeone said buzzardlooked more like a largehawk to me, buttoo far to clearly see four times the sizeof the strutting pigeonsI’ve seen in the parksand sitting the power-lines along city streets…
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