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The Jet Set at COP26.
Bleakly I watched the rain coursing down, as if forcing into our cold comfort house, where gas is becoming as rare as the meat on our plated meals, we try to manage for the health of the earth, for sealed promises for it to become a healed place, where each and every child can be…
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Space to think.
I looked up to see a myriad moments of pulsing stars, my icy breath the soul cloud between us, and my fingers reach out to touch and feeling only cold, my heart sinks; for I was alone, an abyss between me and the borrowed lights. — And the darkness grows around me as I lie…
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COP26 and the voice of the poor!
Their home was bleak and emptied of all the webs of life that hold us together, seated on the dirt floor they drifted in their thoughts while holding hands, their bulging bellies swollen with starvation were moving beyond the human need of hunger and care, to a place where they lay down and let…
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The Pilgrimage of Life
My long legs reached to the farthest shore of my being, shoving and pushing through the muddiness of rejection, and the sucking swampiness of my serious certified sickness, each step a challenge of my spirituality of distinctiveness, of my direct thinking to wonder at the great unknown, and still I’ll move, ever my blurred eyes…
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A Boy’s Life – For Tej who is now attending school as well as working!
Born in difficulty from his torn mother, pride shines on his toddling steps, while a faithless father leaves the separating son to walk in his hard work shoes. No education. He’ll work for a lazy landowner or down a mineral mine. Home is piling on his puny shoulders, the growing weight of his worries. Forced…
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A Girl Child’s life
Tiny hands beat the air as she was pushed from her mother’s body and gasped for breath emitting a sharp healthy cry of hope, fear, pain and hunger. A crumpled, dimpled face blinked at the light. So she started her long interminable fight for safety, fair treatment, to thrive, to shine as that light in…
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Demons of Trafficking and Immigration.
The chubby cheeked child pressed his teary face against the cold metal box, then deeply burrowed to find the breast, that nurtured him, empty as his mother’s body struggled with starvation instead of promised salvation. ————– The pieces of silver exchanged brought her hope of a golden place; where work was to be in plenty,…
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Boats at anchor
A few boats, seaworthy, fish empty, rock at their anchors, harbour hungry for the churning waters and open sea, feeling the scaly bodies squirming on the deck gasping for dying breaths. ——– The tide raises eager expectations and politely, bobbing slowly pulling at the bondage, she lifts her prow to proudly show she is prettily…
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