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Ants: January 2009
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View my complete profile. WRITTEN IN RESPONSE TO THE PRESIDENTIAL VICTORY OF BARAK OBAMA, November 2008. Poem, In Honor of the Circumstances. WRITTEN IN RESPONSE TO THE IRAQ INVASION 2003. Four poems in POETS AGAINST THE WAR, 2003. WRITTEN IN RESPONSE TO THE WORLD TRADE CENTER DISASTER, 2001. Poem, Like a Child in a Man's Shoe. WRITTEN IN RESPONSE TO THE IRAQ INVASION 1991. Poem, About Blocking Highway I-V in the Light of the 400 Iraqi Civilians who Were also in the Wrong Place at the Wrong Time.
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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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Ants: November 2006
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Written in Response to the coming Iraq Invasion, March 2003. I own my own house and since I bought this house and since I’ve lived in this house. Of my own I’ve become a ruthless murderer of ants. I vacuum them up I sweep them up I drown them in sink water. I drown them in bath water I drown them by sponge I crush them between my fingers. I crush them in wads of toilet paper I chase them down into corners of cabinets. I search out their places of gathering I slice off their heads with my fingernails.
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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.
