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Mother Earth Takes To Smoking: November 2006
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Mother Earth Takes To Smoking. Poems Hoping for Peace etc. TO ACCESS THE ENTIRE COLLECTION FOR VIEWING OR DOWNLOAD, OR AS A BOUND BOOK, OR IF YOU SHOULD BE INTERESTED IN PUBLISHING THE COLLECTION OR USING THE WORK FOR WHATEVER REASON, PLEASE CONTACT ME AT: dobbiejoan@yahoo.com* * * *. Following are the first few poems from my chapbook, Mother Earth Takes to Smoking, 1988. In The Woods Of The Working World. I tried to find my scrambled. Way, I snagged on roots, I hit the ground. Lead us out at once, we say.
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Blocking I-5: November 2006
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About Blocking Highway I-5 in the Light of the 400 Iraqi Civilains Who Were Also in the Wrong Place at the Wrong Time. January 15, 1991- February 13, 1991. On the 15th of January, the slaughter. Had not yet begun, so we were not yet. In mourning. I think. I have been in mourning. Ever since. I think. I am not alone, though sometimes. Even to my own daughter, even to my own sister, and. My mother, I break out in tears, wetting. The telephone, futile and ridiculous. This war. Is a civil war, tearing up.
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The Anniversary of Hiroshima, August 6, 1983: November 2006
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The Anniversary of Hiroshima, August 6, 1983. From my Chapbook, MOTHER EARTH TAKES TO SMOKING, 1988. The Anniversary of the Bombing of Hiroshima. August 6, 1983. More floating than walking. We offer our candles. Each in its own paper boat. It’s the japanese ritual. We form an endless. Encircling the still pond. They say that each small flame. Holds the spirit of one lost. That day - 38 years past -. The sky opened into light. A child exploded into fragments. Glued to the wall. With a black crust. WRITTEN...
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In Honor of the Circumstances: January 2009
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In Honor of the Circumstances. A holiday poem in honor of the circumstances, December 2008. Because it’s an election year. Like none other I remember. I have to stick to politics. Because we have at last. A president who carries. At least in part. As if we didn’t all. We have at last. A president who should at least. By rights be less than blinded. Solstice season, I wish you. Sweets, organic food and $cash$. Enough each month so that for sure. Next year you’ll get to pay. Thousands $ $ $ extra in taxes.
