May. 9th, 2015 10:53 am
The turkeys have voted for Xmas
They're hoping you all get the goose
The pigs are still saving their bacon
by putting our necks in the noose


May. 10th, 2012 10:48 pm
Try again


Mar. 31st, 2010 12:59 am
Without No, there can be no Yes,
Unless we hazard our best guess,
Which leaves things in an awful mess.


May. 7th, 2009 01:47 pm
Inspired by Facebook groups, of all things

Let us avenge ourselves upon the damned
And in the silent hollows of their heads
We'll prove them right about the world and all its hatred
We'll prove them right about the pain that never ends
We'll prove to them decisions are all fated
We'll prove to them they never had a friend
And when we are avenged and they are still damned
It will still be silent in the hollows of their heads

We can join them then.

Do no harm

Apr. 2nd, 2009 11:33 pm
I do not want to bring harm to the world
I am seeding it with joy,
and the joy is made of daughters

I do not want to bring death to the world
but in each life I give it I give it a new death

I do not want to bring pain to the world
I beg forgiveness when I do, is that enough?
When I make bread
Up-ending a whole bag of flour into my largest pan
And filling my largest measure with water, milk, and eggs,
I mix it with a wooden spoon, so's not to harm the pan,
And take the flour-bag and the milk carton to be recycled
So's not to harm the planet.
I do not want to leave harm unhelped in the world
I bring a bag for litter and bring home what's not my own

I do not want to leave death unmourned in the world
But the weight of all the grief is sometimes too much to bear

I do not want to leave pain unhealed in the world
I can kiss a bruise, blow on a graze, but it's always so much more
When I make bread
I dig holes under the flour, for the water to flow in,
And mix it from the bottom up,
Last of all folding the dough over the traces of yeast and sugar on top.
I knead life into my bread
And watch it grow

To knock it back is necessary and disappointing
Flatten the yeast's effort
And fold it through again
So that it can grow back up
Big enough for baking

When all the yeast is baked to death
The bread of life is ready.



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