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Environmental Justice

Posted on December 7, 2014 by theminstrelscitadel

I want to explain what “environmental justice” means to me. The EPA (Environmental Protection Agency of the United States) defines it thusly: “Environmental Justice is the fair treatment and meaningful involvement of all people regardless of race, color, national origin, … Continue reading →

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Compassion الرحمة

Posted on October 12, 2014 by theminstrelscitadel

حقا، والله هو الرحيم ومغرم الرحمة، وقال انه يعطي لالرأفة وما لا يعطي على قاسية “Verily, God is Compassionate and is fond of compassion, and He gives to the compassionate what He does not give to the harsh.” Do they … Continue reading →

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The Camel and the Marlboro Man

Posted on October 1, 2014 by theminstrelscitadel

When my friends and I started smoking – in our teens in the 70’s – cigarette smoke was everywhere. Elevators, hospitals, restaurants, grocery stores, workplaces, you name it. My mother smoked through 4 pregnancies. I remember Sunday drives with both … Continue reading →

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The Mystery of Daylight

Posted on September 6, 2014 by theminstrelscitadel

The moon whispers of her nuance, her hidden places and her sovereignty over night, as the night hawk flies I hear the cries and wonder at the solitude of her flight. Morning comes with the sweet mutterings of sparrows and … Continue reading →

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Half The Woman

Posted on August 10, 2014 by theminstrelscitadel

I don’t remember if I said goodbye to you at all. I was away, so far and living the dream, a sordid tale, the novella you would abhor. You, who had the sweetest heart in later years, your thick glasses … Continue reading →

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Some Bright Day

Posted on July 27, 2014 by theminstrelscitadel

So many have gone now, and taken small chunks out of my heart. I dream about them sometimes, and smile upon the memory, and sadden at the reality. Could it be that we shall meet again on some bright day? … Continue reading →

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Thinking of Dying

Posted on July 11, 2014 by theminstrelscitadel

The fins are off and the hook is embedded, it is frightening to be caught. Tears behind a closed door and a jaw locked on grudges. Who takes away the urge to die, the thought that death would be welcome? … Continue reading →

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Last? Next?

Posted on June 19, 2014 by theminstrelscitadel

I watched her labored breathing, the skin yellow not pink. She’d never been yellow, never been yellow a single day till then. I knew that she had frequently closed her eyes so many times before. Refusal with a punctuation mark. … Continue reading →

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The Vista of Rebirth

Posted on June 14, 2014 by theminstrelscitadel

What happened to you, to me, to that dream we swam in until our arms could move no more? The drunkard of the village was your uncle and your mother had the temper of a sailor away at sea. I … Continue reading →

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One With

Posted on August 3, 2013 by theminstrelscitadel

Once I have teeter-tottered to my grave on the same wobbly feet that have carried me through life, please don’t memorialize me with fluff, dull as a spoon, useless as a dream never recalled. For that matter don’t slather it … Continue reading →

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