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Many of us know that in the last three or four decades major agribusiness corporations have taken over much of America’s farm land and production. Our nation’s traditional farm legislation was designed to protect and
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If you live in the Upper Midwest, please try to get in on my July book tour. I have a couple of gigs lined up in the Lansing area of Michigan and in Champaign,
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Last week at the National Organization of Legal Service Workers, I taught and facilitated workshops on Mobilization and Coalitions. Their members in New York City are on strike. Comparatively their bargaining units are relatively
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Many of us often despair because of fewer people than we expect or need take part in demonstrations, acts for social justice, or workplace rights. I’m often asked how do we get more people
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While many amongst us may grow weary in this time of economic crisis, political stagnation, and a resurgent radical right-wing movement bent on turning back the 20th century, we would all do well to
Spring turning to summer Fruit trees all blossomed out Fields planted and 85 degrees Lines of real life ain’t so sharp Ain’t spring any more. Ain’t summer yet. Image Source: Derek Jensen via Wikimedia Commons © Creative Commons Copyright 2013 *If
The first hint of light in the East Birds awake Staking out their turf with chirps While I Struggle with darkness into light Night into day Sleep elusive played games all night Exhausted, rest still not fulfilled I wrestle with all I
I worry That your worry now in this difficlt time Blinds you to the beauty God gave us and put all around us It is springtime The best time to be alive The dogwoods, pear trees and The iconic cherry blossoms Call
Thinking of home as I think of you Remembering those “long” trips into Arkansas when we were just Sposed to be ridin’ around in Malden on 22 cents a gallon gas All those small town adventures and Pretty girls who
We talked across the table About the Mississippi River and its Delta And barbecue and what we’ve done with Our lives so long and so far from That Mississippi and the lands that Drained its rain runoff into it And
Waking here in this gentle place Made even more gentle by soft rain, Soft spring rain that slows everything Everything except the busy mockingbirds Their songs beautiful in the rain but Oh so serious to them as they claim Their
Sunday morning in springtime at The Beach Is there any better time At any better place Listening to my mockingbird friend So anxious to find a mate To bring to his turf to make babies with. There is no air cleaner
What is Newtown to you? A place on a map? A quiet little New England town? Or is it the place where our obsessions With guns manifested itself? Do you think about the 26 innocents killed there Because you and your
There’s a huge, deep holler Now between the rich and the rest of us You know a holler – biggest ever Place between mountains of wealth And mountains of suffering and poverty More of us becoming the stealth Poor. We
Leavin you is harder every time I do it Your giving and accepting I give up only Because I have to. The way we fit Is rarely found and chases the lonely Blues back to a place I
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