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The year is new! It’s newly new! For you!

So will you don the iron glove? Or love? 

Seek peace on earth? Pursue revenge? Eschew

The beauty all around, beneath, above?

Go listen to the siren song of hate? 

Or sing and dance with birds and bees and cease? 

The endless tired march of war’s sad fate? 

Gain wounds & burns; mouth words that lie or peace? 

The winds that swirl around this world bring rain

Refreshing water to the thirsty crowd.

And will the winds dispel the angry brain

Made mad by beating drums, exploding loud?

That choice is hers and his and mine and thine.

Let’s let life breathe and grow; let blossoms shine!

Dance of Billions

How the Nightingale Learned to Sing

They Have no Word for War

The Crows and Me





Siren Song

After All


Roar, Ocean, Roar