Day 209

"I need you, Mommy,"
are words for which my days are
numbered at twelve years.

Day 208

Big agri-business
makes guaranteed money, but
the farmers do not.

Day 207

Seed companies are
selling farmers something they
used to grow themselves.

Day 206

There's always a catch;
hybrid corn doesn't "come true."
Good-bye, seed saving.

Day 205

Agri-business makes
farming like a factory
mono-crop failures.

Day 204

Hybrid corn started
the industrial food-chain
with government props.

Day 203

Nitrogen for fields
no longer's made by the sun,
but with fossil fuels.

Day 202

But the GMOs
must be purchased by farmers
for the right to grow.

Day 201

The species called corn,
part of the natural world,
common property.

Day 200

Can people as rich
as Romney escape taxes?
Yes, they can and do.

Day 199

Modern humans came
out of Africa sixty
thousand years ago.

Day 198

Fifty mutations
in our DNA not
with our parents

Day 197

We changed behaviors
and physically to become
modern human race

Day 196

Minnows nibbling toes
soaking in geothermal
Mc Caulley Hot Springs

Day 195

If you are lucky
enough to have it, do not
let it go to waste.

Day 194

Guns do not improve
the safety of neighborhoods
like George Zimmerman's

Day 193

We demand that men
fully share all household chores
and child-rearing.

Day 192

Done, moving forward,
dreams into reality
is a promise kept

Day 191

So, let's do this thing -
Let's own what makes us unique,
refusing haters.

Day 190

Your place is somewhere -
let your imagination
take you to belong.

Day 189

Because life is shaped
by choices, make good ones that
will help you get there.

Day 188

There's enough for me -
Happy is not limited -
There's enough for you.

Day 187

Glacial land sculptures
carved by the most erosive
force on Earth, water.

Day 186

Oceans exercise
power over daily lives -
planet's thermostat

Day 185

Strawberry fields are
the place where nothing is real
except glass onions

Day 184

Strumming guitar chords
with tender sore fingertips
makes her wish for drums.

Day 183

To hate one's mother,
though rejection's required
is to hate oneself.

Day 182

I picked Italian
plums at night for Abuela,
sent with Emma-Joy.

Day 181

I'll die with secrets
universally shameful
just like you will too.

Day 180

Barring disasters,
geologic pokiness
allows for progress.

Day 179

Humans are mere feet
of the eighteen miles of
the birth of the Earth