Tag: civil disobedience
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Day 30
you would think when walking through woods at night that we’d stumble — but instead we learn to find a steady foot, our own light
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Day 29
walking through woods in bare moonlight – shade over shade, black within black – I see what cannot be seen in day ask what can be seen of me
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Day 15: A new war begins
Wouldn’t daffodils stay wrapped in their green shells, hands hiding their eyes, and inhale back into earth if it were really time for war? But, alas, they have no say, no predictive powers — they sway with the winds, bloom out of control — they only have power to ask us why? where? It is…
Poems from in between 