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  • Originally posted on word pond: The Four Steps Required to Keep Monsanto OUT of Your Garden.

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  • Originally posted on word pond: God in Her Infinite Wisdom Sends Crows by Christina Pacosz For weeks now God has been trying to send messages with what is available. Leaves, a thousand eyelids opening, the iridescent scrawl of slugs, mundane waterfalls dripping off eaves, the rare sunlight and daily gift of mud. And God has…

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  • The author may not be an activist but she is definitely a thinker!

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  • Dear Martin, Great God, what a morning, Martin! The sun is rolling in from faraway places. I watch it reaching out, circling these bare trees like some reverent lover. I have been standing still listening to the morning, and I hear your voice crouched near hills, rising from the mountain tops, breaking the circle of…

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  • the winged thang built her dream palace amid the fine green eyes of a sheltering bough she did not know it was urban turf disguised as serenely delusional rural nor did she know the neighborhood was rife with slant-mawed felines and those long-taloned swoopers of prey, she was ignorant of the acidity & oil that…

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  • Poetically speaking, growing up is mediocrity – Ned Rorem Neither rosy nor prim not cousin to the cowslip nor the extravagant fuchsia- I doubt anyone has ever picked one for show, though the woods must be fringed with their lemony effusions. Sun blathers its baronial endorsement, but they refuse to join the ranks. Summer brings…

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  • Then after Eden, was there one surprise? O yes, the awe of Adam at the first bead of sweat. Thenceforth, all flesh had to be sown with salt, to feel the edge of seasons, fear and harvest joy that was difficult, but was, at least, his own. The snake? It would not trust on its…

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  • You’re on the porch with the broom sweeping the same spot, getting the same sound-dry straw against dry leaf caught in the loose-dirt crevice of the cement tiles. No phone, no footfalls, no welcome variation. It’s 3:15. Your ears strain, stretching down the block, searching through schoolchild chatter for that one voice that will give…

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  • Every artist, every scientist must decide now where he stands. He has no alternative. There is no standing above the conflict on Olympian heights. There are no impartial observers. Through the destruction, in  certain countries, of the greatest of man’s literary heritage, through the propagation of false ideas of racial and national superiority, the artist,…

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  • Originally posted on Natasha Thomas: So, hiphop artist, Lupe Fiasco was thrown off the stage at a pre-inauguration event following an  anti-Obama rant… and the Twitterverse exploded. As to be expected, there were were a slew of staunch supporters, a bevy of vehement detractors and very few who fell in between the heated debated that…

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