poetry |
I dint know what happened,
the trite crap I wanted to write is gone to the time it took me to find the tools
the saw , the hammer, the drill is
dust
I've had dreams where I completed this same writ
b... Posted by MICHAEL on Sun, 12 Aug 2007 07:55:00 PST |
poem1 |
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She tells me that I'm beautiful(The only beauty I behold is hers)I myself an always ugly when we separateThe inky ooze returningpaints me Demon once againShe explains her love for my intelligenc... Posted by MICHAEL on Fri, 02 Feb 2007 03:32:00 PST |
poem 2 |
Requiem for "O"Follower of a frozen sun,this once maidenwanderslost,seekinga refuge, a shelter, away,far from the rain, the winds, the hailconcerted to bow,Stilted walking movements,detachedand automa... Posted by MICHAEL on Fri, 02 Feb 2007 03:29:00 PST |
a note on a pardon .1 |
EDITORIAL: Leonard Peltier Justice and the President
The Windsor StarDecember 23, 2003
Nothing seems to change for native activist Leonard Peltier. Despite 27 years of imprisonment, Peltier co... Posted by MICHAEL on Mon, 15 Jan 2007 07:28:00 PST |
a note on a pardon .2 |
Helen Duncan's story
Helen Duncan was born in Callender on November 26, 1897. She married a cabinetmaker and had 12 pregnancies, although only six children survived.
The couple moved to Dundee then E... Posted by MICHAEL on Mon, 15 Jan 2007 07:24:00 PST |
Kids these days |
Whenever older folks start talking to me about the "trouble with kids these days" I have to laugh. Look people we did all of the same things when we were young, (and if you didn't you should have). My... Posted by MICHAEL on Sun, 14 Jan 2007 10:50:00 PST |