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I’M NOT SURE WHAT LIFE IS FOR

I’m not sure what life is for.
It is not for things outside us:
avenues, avarice, Aspen’s
avalanches, acquisitions.
It may be for caresses, kisses,
tender touches, ceaseless
times of silence, holding,
murmurs. I think life is for
love and loving. Love is
more than time. It is the
Cosmos.

Copyright 2020 Tod Howard Hawks
A graduate of Andover and Columbia College, Columbia University, Tod Howard Hawks has been a poet and human-rights advocate his entire adult life. He recently finished his novel, A CHILD FOR AMARANTH.
GETTING AHEAD OF OURSELVES

We have come far, but in the wrong
direction. Our achievements have
become our bereavements. Bombs,
not beauty, are our apotheosis. We
cling to the penultimate. We have
trouble seeing, breathing. Finally,
we shall have trouble living. Soon,
it seems, we shall cross the finish
line, but running backwards.

Copyright 2020 Tod Howard Hawks
A graduate of Andover and Columbia College, Columbia University, Tod Howard Hawks has been a poet and human-rights advocate his entire adult life. He recently finished his novel, A CHILD FOR AMARANTH.
2d · 27
EXTRA INNINGS
EXTRA INNINGS

I have outlived my mother
and my father. But I am getting
older, not younger, each inning.
Could I steal bases running
backwards? My poems scatter
the outfield. Some have been
home runs. Iambic pentameter
is playing shortstop. I sit now
in the dugout writing my novel.
The words I throw are strikes.
But I am playing in extra innings,
and I do not know when this
game will end.

Copyright 2020 Tod Howard Hawks
A graduate of Andover and Columbia College, Columbia University, Tod Howard Hawks has been a poet and human-rights advocate his entire adult life. He recently finished his first novel, A CHILD FOR AMARANTH.
3d · 41
APHORISM XXIX
The progress of humanity toward egalitarianism over millennia is best characterized not as "slow motion," but as virtually "no motion."

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A graduate of Andover and Columbia College, Columbia University, Tod Howard Hawks has been a poet and human-rights advocate his entire adult life. He recently finished his first novel, A CHILD FOR AMARANTH.
3d · 33
APHORISM XXVIII
The most important vote cast in any attempt to resolve differences is the last:  the lethal bullet fired from the assassin's weapon the enters the intransigent opponent.

Copyright 2020 Tod Howard Hawks
A graduate of Andover and Columbia College, Columbia University, Tod Howard Hawks has been a poet and human-rights advocate his entire adult life. He recently finished his first novel, A CHILD FOR AMARANTH.
We are all prophets, first to ourselves,
then to all others. Our prophecy is love,
and then from love to all other feelings
and forms of love. But to love, one first
must be loved:  We can only give what
we have received. Billions of us over mil-
lennia were never loved, so we fought wars
and killed untold others in our heart-blindness.
If ever we are loved, we shall give birth
to kindness that we then can wrap around
others writhing in pain, an anodyne of
yours and mine, a gift that is at once precious
and free.

Now Earth is captive to false notions,
pseudo-values that twist truth into lies, money
over magnanimity, contumely over compassion,
wealth over worth. We wear straight jackets of
self-worth, forgetting we share our real worth,
our spiritual worth, with all other creations
in infinite Cosmos. Our prophecies have been
perverted into profanities. We need to find
courage enough to find love and those who
will imbue us with this all-powerful, healing
force. Otherwise, we are doomed to destruction
and death, along with tulips, tigers, whales,
and hawks.

Copyright 2020 Tod Howard Hawks
A graduate of Andover and Columbia College, Columbia University, Tod Howard Hawks has been a poet and human-rights advocate his entire adult life. He recently finished his first novel, A CHILD FOR AMARANTH.
I was 10. My dad stood in front of the bar-
room mirror watching himself as he practiced
his speech. He was running to become the
Republican nominee for Congress from the
1st District in Kansas. Whoever was the
Republican winner in the primaries was go-
ing to be the winner in the general election.
That's the way it was in 1954 anywhere in
Kansas. That's the way it has been virtually
anytime in Kansas. There were five running
as Republicans, three of whom were from
Topeka, the largest city in the district. My dad
was one them. I and four my friends, plus my
dog, Cinder, formed the "Hawks for Congress"
club. We went up and down 8th Street nail-
ing posters on telephone poles. I sat in the
back seat of one of the cars in a caravan that
traveled through northeastern Kansas small
towns where I would throw "Hawks for
Congress" cards through the open window.
Dad's problem was there were two too
many candidates from Topeka, breaking
up the city's vote. The night of the election,
a very large room in North Topeka was rented.
Early in the evening, it was packed with sup-
porters and well-wishers. It was a tight race.
Dad was in second place, narrowly out of
first. The candidate in first was from a
county up north. The candidates in third
and fourth place were both from Topeka.
By around 10 p.m. all the votes had been
counted. If all the votes from the candidates
from Topeka were added together, they
clearly outnumbered the votes received
by the candidate from the county up north.
But, of course, that couldn't happen, so Dad
narrowly lost the nomination. I learned a
lot about politics that evening, even though
I was only 10. I learned that a very large room
that had been packed for almost three hours could
be emptied out completely in five minutes or
less. And I learned that almost is not good
enough.

Copyright 2020 Tod Howard Hawks
A graduate of Andover and Columbia College, Columbia University, Tod Howard Hawks has been a poet and human-rights advocate his entire adult life. He recently finished writing his first novel, A CHILD FOR AMARANTH.
Jan 12 · 55
CASABLANCA AND INGRID
"Casablanca" is my all-time favorite movie.
I usually only watch a movie once. If it is a
great movie, twice. "Casablanca" I have
watched probably 50, 60 times. Why is that,
you ask? There are many reasons. Every
scene is iconic. Bogart, who was expelled
from Andover, the school from which I
graduated, is not handsome, yet he emotes
a singular masculine appeal. I wish there
were a real Rike's Cafe Americain. I would
go wherever it was, even though I neither
drink alcohol nor gamble. Virtually every
actor and actress plays her or his part in a
scintillating way. The story line keeps me
rapt, even though I have seen the movie
so many times The Paris scenes are the
most romantic I have ever seen. When
Bogart helps the young married couple
from Bulgaria get enough money to get
to Lisbon, then to America, by cheating his
own casino, my heart, too, is softened.
And the dialogue at the end of the movie
is trenchant, unforgettable. But, to be
honest, the most compelling reason I have
watched "Casablanca" so many times is
that when Ingrid Bergman and her movie
husband first enter Rick's, I instantly press
"pause." Then I spend as long as I wish
staring at Ingrid's face, the most beautiful
woman's face I have ever seen, and I have
had the good fortune to see many beautiful
faces of women up close in my life, but none
as radiant and mesmerizing as Ingrid's.

Copyright 2020 Tod Howard Hawks
A graduate of Andover and Columbia College, Columbia University, Tod Howard Hawks has been a poet and human-rights advocate his entire adult life. He recently finished his first novel, A CHILD FOR AMARANTH.
The way that winter comes at me,
as if a stranger from a side street
cold and dark accosting me. I turn
my collar up, He hollers "You, there!"
Faster I walk, fear chilling me,
a lamp post but a grey ghost in the fog.
This ****, winter, mugs me. He hits me
in the face with frozen fists. He grabs me,
stabs me in the side with knives
of ice, slices at my heart, the home
of hope. Supine, frost forming on
my brow, I pray to boughs of willow
trees;  pines will sing my elegy. My mind
drifts like snowdrifts;  a mitten lost...
fingers, nose, toes frostbitten...
a lake of isolation...a sleigh with no
horse...a blizzard of insanity.
My blood thaws the frozen ground,
then freezes.

Copyright 2020 Tod Howard Hawks
A graduate of Andover and Columbia College, Columbia University, Tod Howard Hawks has been a poet and human-rights advocate his entire adult life. He recently finished his first novel, A CHILD FOR AMARANTH.
MEMORIES OF MATTHEW MONREAL
AND GEORGE W. BUSH

It was election day. For some reason,
I had to leave class. I walked alone down
the hallway, then up the large staircase,
and as I was about halfway up, around
the bend came Matthew Monreal, him-
self alone. We paused on the stairway.
I said, “Matthew, how are you? Have you
voted today?” I was running to be president
of the sophomore class. I knew Matthew
from Roosevelt Jr. High. He was, I think,
the only Hispanic in school there. My
recollection was that he had few friends
at Roosevelt;  he was essentially ostra-
cized by his fellow classmates, especial-
ly the ones in the know, the ones who were
white, the ones who were upper-middle
class. But Matthew was my friend;  he
had always been my friend. It was not
lost on me how others treated him.
Throughout all my schooling--from grade
school through college--I had always
felt that way. I was ashamed of my fellow
classmates who treated anybody that way.
Matthew and I chatted for a few more
minutes, then bid each other a good after-
noon. I had other friends like Matthew,
essentially social outcasts because they
happened to be Black, or poor, or not
very bright, or different looking in some
peculiar way. But these, too, were my friends.
It was early fall, 1959. The next year, my father
would send me to Andover. But that evening
at an all-school function held in the cafeteria, I
found out I had been elected president of the
sophomore class at Topeka High School by
more than 800 fellow classmates. I think
Matthew had voted, and I think he probably
had voted for me.

George W. Bush and I were schoolmates at
Andover. George was two years behind me. I
never met him, I never knew him. George
should never have been at Andover because
he wasn’t very smart. He was a poor student
at Andover. But legacy raised its ugly head.
Papa Bush, who had also attended Andover,
and who became head of the CIA with
Noriega secretly on his payroll, then VP
under Reagan, then president of our country,
was George’s dad. And George’s granddad,
Prescott, was serving on Yale’s Board of Trustees
when George applied to Yale, so George got
in. George was a C student at Yale. But that
did not keep him from being accepted by Har-
vard Business School, where George continued
to be a C student. It’s common knowledge how
George and his henchman, Cheney, lied to the
American people about Iraq having weapons of
mass destruction, which meant we had a brutal
war with Iraq, not to mention Afghanistan, for years
and years and years, instead of never.

Of the two, I prefer Matthew.

Copyright 2020 Tod Howard Hawks
A graduate of Andover and Columbia College, Columbia University, Tod Howard Hawks has been a poet and human-rights advocate for his entire adult life. He recently
finished his first novel, A CHILD FOR AMARANTH.
DIRT POOR, SPIRIT RICH

I am dirt poor, spirit rich. I wouldn’t
have it any other way. Wealth is
not worth. When Jesus spoke to those
who gathered round him, he did not
tell them how to get rich. He told
them to love one another. This was
spiritual teaching of the highest
order. Do not confuse spirit with
religion:  they are antonyms. My
father wanted me to become rich,
very rich. That’s why he sent me
to Andover and Columbia. Instead
of becoming a Wall-Street lawyer,
I became, and remained, a poet and
a human-rights advocate. My life
could not have been richer. Religion
is man-made. Spirituality is heart-
felt. That is not to say religion
doesn’t have bits and pieces of
spirit in it, but religion to me means
the untold wealth and worth of all
world religions, while billions of
world’s human beings remain dirt
poor. When Jesus spoke to the
poor, he did not  speak to them at
the Vatican, in a cathedral, in a church,
or in a mosque. He spoke to them be-
side the sea or on a hill. If you have
spiritual truths to share, you can do
it in a vacant lot. The few years I
spent in a cathedral were vacant,
vacuous. The years I have spent with
the homeless, the hungry, the hopeless
have been rich and full. Where does
the Supreme Spirit spend her/his
time? The answer is she/he is omni-
present, as we all should be.

Copyright 2020 Tod Howard Hawks
A graduate of Andover and Columbia College, Columbia University, Tod Howard Hawks has been a poet and human-rights advocate his entire adult life. He recently finished his first novel, A CHILD FOR AMARANTH.
FOR MY DEAR FRIEND, ****

I met **** when we both entered
Roosevelt Junior High School. In
9th grade, we both ran for Student
Council President. I beat him. We
both started on our city championship
basketball team, he playing one
forward, I the other. **** was smart
as hell. He sat right in front of me
in algebra class and got better grades
than I. I was told **** wrote a paper
about me in an English class some-
time while at Topeka High. I regret
that I never had a chance to read
it;  I left my junior year to attend An-
dover. One summer night before
college, **** and I doubled-dated.
His father had suffered for years with
manic depression and had spent a
number of years at Topeka State
Hospital. The night **** and I double-
dated, his father had gotten a pass
from the hospital to spend the night
at home. The next morning, I heared
that ****’s father had shot himself
in the head as he sat at the kitchen
table. **** attended KU where he
was elected president of Beta Theta Pi,
the most prominent fraternity on
campus. Years later in the fall of 1979,
I returned to Topeka from Phoenix.
I had heared that ****, too, had
fallen victim to manic depression.
His wife had divorced him. **** had
spent a long time at Topeka State
Hospital, shunned basically by vir-
ually all his former friends. I found
out where he was living and called
him. I was still his friend. In early
November, we drove through the
northeastern part of Kansas where
the leaves had turned beautiful
colors. Every Saturday morning,
I picked **** up to go have break-
fast together. Then we would re-
turn to his apartment where we
would spent the afternoon and
early evening playing cribbage,
watching old movies and sporting
events, and listening to Anne
Murray sing her many hits. ****,
over these years, used beer to
calm himself. He had a favorite
tavern he would go to. One
morning several years later, he
was found dead halfway home.
Nobody ever found out for sure
why he had died. He remains,
even in death, a dear friend of
mine.

Copyright 2020 Tod Howard Hawks
A graduate of Andover and Columbia College, Columbia University, Tod Howard Hawks has been a poet and human-rights advocate his entire adult life. He recently finished his first novel, A CHILD FOR AMARANTH.
Jan 8 · 18
KAREN'S VOICE
How is it that a girl who had never sung
a note through high school, but played the
drums as well, or better, than the best drummers
in the world, started singing, and almost
instantly became what Paul McCartney called
the most beautiful voice on Earth? It is a
miracle and a mystery.

Karen Carpenter was this girl. A drummer,
and one of the best drummers in the world?
And then, seemingly when she opened her
mouth, instantly to have the most beautiful
voice on Earth? But it's all true. Ask Paul
McCartney if you don't believe me.

And anorexia nervosa, which killed her
when she was barely in her early 30s?
When I think of Karen and her early death,
I see a meteor in the night sky flying by
for just a few seconds, wondrous, breath-
taking, then gone. But I have this glorious
streak on videos and watch and listen to
them over and over and over again.

Where did she come from and where did
she go, so fleetingly, so dazzlingly? I shall
never know the answers to these questions,
nor, I'm afraid, will anyone else.
A graduate of Andover and Columbia College, Columbia University, Tod Howard Hawks has been a poet and human-rights advocate his entire adult life. He recently finished his first novel, A CHILD FOR AMARANTH.
WE ALL ARE HERE FOR A SHORT WHILE

We all are here for a short while.

We spend roughly the first 20 years
growing up. Then we spend the next
40 years or so living basically the core
of our adult life:  marriage, kids, family,
career. The last 20, 30 years we go
fishing, read a lot of books, maybe
play poker Thursday nights. Then we
die:  cancer, heart attack, dementia,
whatever.

Life is a lot like grocery shopping, finding
a place to park, getting a shopping cart
whose wheels work, going up and down
the aisles, hoping to find the things we
want, getting in a long line to check out,
hoping we brought the coupons so we could
save a little money. If we’re lucky, we get
a high-school boy to help carry our sacks
out to the car.

We all are here for a short while.

Copyright 2020 Tod Howard Hawks
A graduate of Andover and Columbia College, Columbia University, Tod Howard Hawks has been a poet and human-rights advocate his entire adult life. He recently finished his first novel, A CHILD FOR AMARANTH.
Jan 7 · 24
PLACES IN THE HEART
PLACES IN THE HEART

I believe in royalty.

So one thinks of King, Queen,
Prince, Princess, Duke, Duchess,
Marquess, Marchioness, Earl,
Countess, Viscount, Viscountess,
Baron, Baroness.

But none of the above is
royalty I would ever bow to.
In fact, all, by their titles, are
charlatans.

I believe every member of the
human race is royalty. Royalty
has nothing to do with blood
lines and crowns.

Places in the heart that every
human being has, not palaces,
are the provenance of royalty. I
bow only to the regal, all my fellow
human beings on Earth.

Copyright 2020 Tod Howard Hawks
A graduate of Andover and Columbia College, Columbia University, Tod Howard Hawks has been a poet and human rights advocate his entire adult life. He recently finished his first novel, A CHILD FOR AMARANTH.
THE BUS TO SATURDAY MORNING

Nannie and I would grab our empty “TV”  milk
cartons and run to the bus stop up the hill.
Soon the bus would get there and we would
get on. We would sit up front. Not many were
on the bus Saturday morning. We were on
our way downtown to see a Tom Mix movie.
If you had an empty “TV” milk carton, you
could get in free. Often, but not always, we
had the same bus driver. He was an old man
who, for some reason, knew that Nannie and
I were the children of Rae Antoinette Tod, the
granddaughter of W. J. Tod, the rich and fa-
mous founder of the Tod Ranch, the famous
cattle ranch just outside Maple Hill, Kansas,
about 18 miles west of Topeka where Nannie
and I grew up. Maple Hill essentially was where
the lush, rolling Flint Hills began, some, if not
the best, cattle-raising country in the world.
Nannie and I would chat with this old bus
driver as we made our way downtown. This
old man would tell us of the days when he
had worked as a young cattle hand on the
Tod Ranch. He would always talk about W. J.,
our great-grandfather. He would always tell
us what a great, kind man he was to everybody
who worked for him on his ranch. But never
once did the old bus driver mention how rich
and famous W. J. had been. He never men-
tioned that W. J. had become president of
The National Livestock Association, for ex-
ample. The old bus driver talked only about
how W. J. treated all who worked on the Tod
Ranch, even the cowhands, who the old bus
driver was once one of. I have never forgot-
ten what the old bus driver repeatedly had
told us about our great-grandfather, and
even as a boy, I realized then that I wanted
to be like my great-grandfather had been,
not rich and famous, but much, much more
importantly, kind and respectful to all.

Copyright 2020 Tod Howard Hawks
A graduate of Andover and Columbia College, Columbia University, Tod Howard Hawks has been a poet and human-rights advocate his entire adult life. He recently finished his first novel, A CHILD FOR AMARANTH.
Love is my religion. Miracles don't matter.
Life itself is a miracle. The whole universe
is a miracle, and every creation in it is, too.
Jesus didn't tell those who gathered round
him how to get rich. He told them to love
one another. One can only give what one
has received. When one has been loved by
another, that is a miracle. And when the
one who has been loved loves another,
that is another miracle. This is the spiritual
concatenation we need now. Their is only
one Supreme Being of the infinite universe,
even though different groups of human
beings around the world call the same
Supreme Being a different name. Don't
you get it? Don't you see the big picture?
Are you all too dumb to see the truth?
We all are creations of the same Supreme
Being. Get it?! We, all creations through-
out the infinite universe, are in this to-
gether. And yet we **** each other. We
even are killing Earth where all of us
live, the only home we have. Love is
our only hope. Love is our only salva-
tion. Every creation is connected to all
others. Get it? Geopolitics among over
200 nations is not the answer, is not the
solution. Love is not only my religion:
It is our only solution for the survival
of all living creations on Earth.  

Copyright 2020 Tod Howard Hawks
A graduate of Andover and Columbia College, Columbia University, Tod Howard Hawks has been a poet and human-rights advocate his entire adult life. He recently finished his first novel, A CHILD FOR AMARANTH.
THE BEGINNING AND THE END

How do we know the beginning
from the end?  How do we de-
marcate one from the other? Are
they not, in fact, a continuum?
Is it possible there is no beginning
and there is no end? Is it not true
that the end is often also the begin-
ning? Is not the differentiation we
make between the two often arbitrary,
capricious? When do we begin and
and when do we end? What is the
most propitious moment and mark
to do one or the other, or both? Is
it better to ascertain what we deem
to be the middle ground and hold
that position, or are all points illusory?
How do we ever know for sure
where the beginning begins and
the end ends? Maybe it is simply
better, in the beginning and in the
end, just to be.

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A graduate of Andover and Columbia  College, Columbia University, Tod Howard Hawks has been a poet and human-rights advocate for his entire adult life. He recently finished his first novel, A CHILD FOR AMARANTH.
Jan 1 · 62
WE ARE LIKE TREES
WE ARE LIKE TREES

We are like trees. When a seed
of an oak tree is placed in earth
and given water, then light, the
life of that oak tree begins. When
a ***** enters an ****, the life
of a human being begins;  all
other arguments are specious.
Both need special care. Given
that care, the oak seed will sprout
from the earth and continue to
grow. The human embryo needs
nine months in the womb before
it will be put into a nursery. The oak
sprout will, most likely, need to
be in a nursery from its conception.
If cared for, both the tiny, tiny tree
and the tiny, tiny human being
will grow bigger. The key is care,
and the caring is love. Over years,
decades, both will grow larger and
stronger. Both will face illnesses,
and in the vast majority of cases,
will survive them. Trees will show
leaves, grow bark, provide shade
and beauty, even as they grow
their own seeds. Human beings
will learn more and more as they
grow older and older. Trees will
let robins and squirrels make
their homes in them. Human
beings will grow compassionate
and wise;  many will shepherd in
new life to care for. Both will grow
old, but before they die, they will
look back on their lives and remem-
ber the love they themselves en-
joyed and shared with each other.

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A graduate of Andover and Columbia College, Columbia University, Tod Howard Hawks has been a poet and human-rights advocate his entire adult life. He recently finished his first novel, A CHILD FOR AMARANTH.
Dec 2019 · 51
KILL NOTHING
TOD HOWARD HAWKS Dec 2019
**** NOTHING

**** nothing. Out of 3,400 years
of recorded history, only a
few over 200 have been
deemed peaceful. Wars are
the most heinous acts perpe-
trated by human beings against
other human beings, yet wars
remain the basso continuo of
our collective existence. Over
half of the GNP of the United
Sates is spent on the military
and the myriad weapons we
procure for it to **** other human
beings. This is pure madness.
I **** nothing. I am a conscientious
lover. If a gnat, so small I can
barely see it crawling across my
desk, I will not **** it, because every
living creation in the Cosmos is
sacred. Do not **** to eat. Eat fruits
that come from plants that will keep
on living. Eat vegetables from
plants whose natural lives will
end shortly. We are now killing
Mother Earth:  castastrophic climate
change and nuclear holocaust are
existential threats to all living creations.
One hydrogen bomb is a thousand
times more deadly than were each
of the atomic bombs we dropped on
Hiroshima and Nagasaki, yet there
are thousands of hydrogen bombs
around the world today. And even if
only one were accidentally to explode,
it would be enough to create “nuclear
winter,” which, in turn, would destroy
all life on Earth. **** nothing.

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A graduate of Andover and Columbia College, Columbia University, Tod Howard Hawks has been a poet and human-rights advocate his entire adult life. He recently finished his first novel, A CHILD FOR AMARANTH.
Dec 2019 · 42
IT MATTERS NOT
TOD HOWARD HAWKS Dec 2019
IT MATTERS NOT

It matters not how many
like your poems. Shakespeare
wrote 154 sonnets. I have but
one favorite:  the 73rd.
Shelly wrote “Ozmandias.” I
still do not like it. John Donne’s
piece of writing, which someone
turned into a poem, from which
Hemingway pulled the phrase
“For Whom the Bell Tolls” that
he used as the title of one of
his novels (a common practice
with which I do not agree) is
my favorite. Frost’s poems “The
Road Not Taken” and “Mending
Wall” are my two favorites, but he
wrote many poems (he wrote poems
better than he could recite them).
Emily Dickinson wrote over 1,800
poems, but how many of them
can you remember verbatim?
It matters not how many like
your poems. What matters only
is if they are your poems, if they
come from your heart and soul,
if they write themselves as they
well up in you, not coerced, not
contrived, not fabricated. Do
you like your poems? That’s all
that matters.

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A graduate of Andover and Columbia College, Columbia University, Tod Howard Hawks has been a poet and human-rights advocate his entire adult life. He recently finished his first novel, A CHILD FOR AMARANTH.
Dec 2019 · 55
WHEN IS A MAN DESTITUTE?
TOD HOWARD HAWKS Dec 2019
When is a man destitute? Destitution
is not being impecunious. If ever you
are poor, you are poor of heart. If ever
you are without, you are impoverished
of spirit. When coins of kindness cease to
flow from your being, then you are destitute.
Wealth is not worth.

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A graduate of Andover and Columbia College, Columbia University, Tod Howard Hawks has been a poet and human-rights advocate his entire adult life. He recently finished his first novel, A CHILD FOR AMARANTH.
Dec 2019 · 35
WOMAN
TOD HOWARD HAWKS Dec 2019
WOMAN

I would have made Woman if God
had not. Of course, we need
to complete the pair to procreate,
but there is much, much more.
Ineffable qualities when mingled
and mixed create a mystical whole
greater than the sum of its parts.
Their subtle differences evoke
and complement each other.
When melded, they forge a new
form made of love of heart and
body, of spirit and soul. When
holding hands, two become one.
When Man hugs Woman, they
become huge;  passion becomes
their hunger;  they feast on one
another, but not to devour;  rather,
to make myriad ways of touching
and pullulating that flower loves
coruscating the heavens, creating
more and more galaxies filled
with countless other lovers, a
shower of sharings, a cosmic
apogee that never misses
even a single kiss.

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A graduate of Andover and Columbia College, Columbia University, Tod Howard Hawks has been a poet and human-rights advocate his entire adult life. He has recently completed his first novel, A CHILD FOR AMARANTH.
TOD HOWARD HAWKS Dec 2019
WHEN YOU KNOW THE NEXT KISS

When I see you, I see me.
When I see you slowly getting
Older, I see myself doing the
Same.

You are my mirror. Your
wrinkles are my wrinkles. When
your hair slowly grows grey, mine
Is slowly greying too.

On any given day, I am oblivious
to this synchronicity. I am sure I
am your mirror, too, but, like me,
you say nothing.

We have, by now, spent years,
decades, making love, laughing,
eating, taking trips together, holding
each other until the tears stopped
flowing.

We are, as it were, parallel partners
on a long, long journey, the end of
which neither of us knows.

So kiss me many, many times,
and when you know the next kiss
will be your last, keep your lips
pressed against mine, forever.

Copyright 2019 Tod Howard Hawks
A graduate of Andover and Columbia College, Columbia University, Tod Howard Hawks has been a poet and human-rights advocate his entire adult life. He just finished his first novel, A CHILD FOR AMARANTH..
Dec 2019 · 81
WELL, JOANNIE, MY DEAR
TOD HOWARD HAWKS Dec 2019
WELL, JOANNIE, MY DEAR

Well, Joannie, my dear,
here you are again,
slim and graceful as
you always are, your voice
hanging in the air.
Beauty that goes deeper
than your heart, melodies
that so fall apart, but I love
you so I pick them out
of air and hand them back
to you.

I see you all of your life, your
singing on stage like a recur-
ring dream, black hair falling
over brown skin, thin and
thick at the same time, rhyme
and rhythm mixing into a
stream of love that courses
through me endlessly. I kiss
your guitar that never goes
afar but is always on your
hip;  I’ll not let it slip.

I see you singing to one
fellow in the third row, then
realize he sits almost ever-
where, floating on every chord,
Lord knows how many men
have fallen in love with you.
But I do not misconstrue;  I know
you are the world’s love, and I
share you with eternity and bliss
and share your every kiss with
all who need your wisdom and
warmth. As I’m with you every
day, I say, “Baez, you are fighting
wars, putting just into justice,
loving Dr. King, willing to die
for him, stopping only to re-
ceive another accolade, which
you place into your silky black
hair, so fair.

I am with you even when you’re
far away. I stay in you when you’re
in Bangladesh and Montreal. Your
face stays young, Your voice, too,
is as fresh as Spring, and though
your hair is grayer now, I see you
as you always are, ageless, tran-
scending time.

God bless you for the life you’ve
lived, an easing of the strife of billions,
No minions there, just you on
stage, your guitar that floats
through air, love and bliss
that blesses and kisses every
soul you sing to.

Copyright 2019 Tod Howard Hawks
A graduate of Andover and Columbia College, Columbia University, Tod Howard Hawks has been a poet and human-rights advocate his entire adult life. He just finished his first novel, A CHILD FOR AMARANTH.
TOD HOWARD HAWKS Dec 2019
WHAT IF I SCREAMED TRUTH WORLDWIDE

What if I screamed truth worldwide
and everyone could hear me? What
if I whispered love into the hearts of
every woman, and each could feel
the joy? What if I could gather up
all children of the world and give
all and each a hug, and then another
one? Would love and truth permeate
all birds and bees and a gathering
of flowers?  

Copyright 2019 Tod Howard Hawks
A graduate of Andover and Columbia College, Columbia University, Tod Howard Hawks has been a poet and human-rights advocate his entire adult life. He just finished his first novel, A CHILD FOR AMARANTH.
TOD HOWARD HAWKS Dec 2019
THE SAVGERY OF THE BIRTH AND HISTORY
OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA

The birth of the United States of America,
our democracy, was borne of the savgery
of slavery and genocide, and its history
and growth were perpetrated by the same.
It is an incalculable and unconscionable trav-
esty that so few citizens today know the
horror of this dual devilry, the history of our
country.

Thomas Jefferson, the principal author of the
Declarartion of Independence, which included
in it the indelible phrase “all men are created
equal,” and became our third president, was
the owner himself of over 600 slaves. He was
one of eight U.S. presidents who were at one
time or another slave owners, the first of whom
was George Washington.

The Constitution of the United States, when
ratified, thereby legalized the brutality of
slavery, through the 3/5ths and Fugutive Slave
clauses therein, in all of the 13 new states.
Both the northern and southern states prospered
mightily through the evils of slavery, the northern
states through processing the cotton and shipping
it to England, the southern by growing it through
slavery.

Over time, the northern states gradually declared
slavery to be illegal, but in 1861, the year the Civil
War began, there were still 4,000,000 blacks in
slavery in the Deep South. If you happen to be white
and not black while reading this, give eternal thanks,
and while you’re at it, pray for atonement, because
our entire country still suffers greatly from the legacy
of slavery, which we now call racism.

If you were a slave, you had no legal rights. If you fell
in love as a slave, you probably would have done what
most human beings do when they fall in love:  make
love and probably give birth to a baby, whom you would
also love. But if your slave master had a whim and wanted
to **** the mother of the new baby, or if he wanted to ****
her 13-year-old daughter, all the slave master had to do was
to decide which whim was greater in him, because he
could do either with impunity, and did. If any slave said
a word, he or she was subject to 60 lashes while tied
to a tree trunk.

If you were a slave and dared to begin to learn how to
read and write, and if you were caught doing either or
both, you were whipped to near death. And if you had
the incredible courage to try to escape this hell on Earth
and were caught in your attempt, either you were killed,
or wish you had been. (Read about Harriet Tubman and
Sojouner Truth, for starters.) And, of course, your slave
master could sell any of his slaves whenever he wanted
to.

You, the reader, may glean from this brief overview some
insight as to why we, as a country, are still struggling
terribly with what we now call euphemistically “race
relations.” Only 160 years ago, we called it slavery, and
It was LEGAL.

Now genocide. As our new nation grew, it grew obviously
westward, which meant, of course, the United States committed
genocide against countless nations of indigenous peoples who
had lived on this continent for centuries before Columbus showed
up in the Caribbean in 1492. Treaties they had signed with the U. S.
government were routinely broken. The final campaign against these
proud and heroic peoples that took place between 1860 to 1890,
culminating in the massacre of Wounded Knee, where old men,
women, and children were slaughtered.

If you have the guts to witness the detritus our government left
behind, take a trip to the Pine Ridge Indian Reservation in the
southwest corner of South Dakota, the poorest place in the
United States today:  rampant alcoholism;  widespread clinical
depression;  a suicide rate of children 12 and younger, three
times the national average.

If you are a reader, you might want to pick up Howard Zinn’s
A PEOPLE’S HISTORY OF THE UNITED STATES and
Dee Brown’s BURY MY HEART AT WOUNDED KNEE.
A graduate of Andover and Columbia College, Columbia University, Tod Howard Hawks has been a poet and human-rights advocate his entire adult life. He just finished his first novel, A CHILD FOR AMARANTH.
TOD HOWARD HAWKS Dec 2019
PEACE ON EARTH
AND HOW TO ACHIEVE IT

Turning the World Right-Side In

By

Tod Howard Hawks



PREAMBLE:  All we have is our little planet, Earth. For the vast majority of my life, I have thought, “What would it be like to have Peace on Earth?” But for only two, maybe three, weeks every year, usually around Christmas, I would see the phrase “Peace on Earth.” But after Christmas, I would not hear or see that sanguine notion for 11 more months. The longer I lived, the more this  annual ritual bothered me. At Andover, I had studied European history. At Columbia, I had majored in American history. Over time, I increasingly came to the realization that in both prep school and college, I had essentially been studying about wars on top of wars and their aftermaths:  millions and millions and millions of human beings being killed. Then, when I got curious, I used my computer to find out that, according to many scholars, only a little over 200, out of roughly 3,400 years of recorded history, were deemed “peaceful.” Humanity, I concluded, had a horrible track record when it came to effectuating “Peace on Earth.” And during my lifetime things have not gotten any better. That’s when I started thinking and writing a lot about what you will be reading below.

SPIRITUAL ECOLOGY:  There is one land, one sky, one sea, one people. The boundaries that divide us are not on maps, but in our minds and hearts. John Donne was prescient. Earth is as impoverished as its poorest Citizen, as healthy as her sickest, as educated as her most ignorant. If we pollute the upper waters of the Mississippi, then ineluctably we shall pollute the Indian Ocean. If we continue to pollute our air, the current 7,500,000,000 Citizens on Earth will die. All species will be accorded the same concern and care as Citizens. The imminent threats of nuclear holocaust and catastrophic climate change we need urgently to prevent. This is the truth of Spiritual Ecology.  

CAMPAIGN FOR EARTH:  If we can wage war, why should we not wage peace? Nations are anachronistic;  therefore, there will be none. There will only be Earth and Citizens of Earth. Each Citizen will devote a sizable number of years of her/his life to the betterment of humankind and Earth. All military weapons--from handguns to hydrogen bombs--will be destroyed, and any future weapons will be prohibited. All jails and prisons will be closed, replaced by Love Centers (see below). Automation and other technological advances will enhance the opportunity for all Citizens exponentially to realize their potential, personally and spiritually. There will be no money. All precious resources and assets of Earth will be distributed equally among all Citizens. The only things Citizens will own are the right to be treated well and the responsibility to treat Earth and all its Citizens well. All Citizens will be free to travel anywhere, at any time, on Earth. All Citizens will be free to choose their own personal and professional goals, but will do no harm to Earth or other Citizens. All Citizens will be afforded the same resources to live a full, safe, and satisfying life, including the best education, health care, housing, food, and other necessities throughout Earth.

LOVE:  The only way to change anything for the good, for good, is through love. Love is what every living creation on Earth needs. Love Centers are for those Citizens who were not loved enough, or at all, especially at their earliest of ages. Concomitantly, they act out their pain hurtfully, sometimes lethally, often against other Citizens. Citizens who are emotionally ill will be separated from those who are not. Jails and prisons only abet this deleterious situation. Some Citizens in pain may need to be constrained in Love Centers humanely while they recover, through being loved, so they do not hurt themselves or others. In some extreme cases, Citizens may be in so much pain that they remain violent for a long time.  Thus, they may need to be constrained for the rest of their lives, but always loved, never punished. In time, Citizens, when loved enough, will only have love to give, and the need for Love Centers will commensurately decline.

EARTH:  In 1948, Eleanor Roosevelt chaired the commission that wrote the Universal Declaration of Human Rights. UDHR, with some updates and revisions, will serve as the moral and legal guidepost for Earth.

GENERAL ASSEMBLY:  To honor and remember the former nations on Earth, one member will be elected by Citizens from each of these former nations to serve a one five-year term as a member of the General Assembly. In succeeding elections, Citizens currently residing at that time in areas that were formerly nations, will again, in perpetuity, vote for one Citizen also residing in that area, for a one five-year term as a member of the General Assembly.
  
FIRST VOTE:  The first vote of all Citizens will be to establish CAMPAIGN FOR EARTH. Majority rules. All Citizens will have access to  Internet voting, as well as access to cell phones and other types of computers. Citizens will have her/his own secured ID codes. Citizens will have to be 18 or older to vote. Citizens will be encouraged to bring before the General Assembly all ideas and recommendations, as well as any concerns or complaints, which will be considered and responded to promptly. Citizens’ ideas and recommendations will be formed into proposals drafted by members of the General Assembly. Citizens will vote on these proposals of each month during the days of the following month. Citizens of Earth will be Earth’s government. Members of the General Assembly will be facilitators who will work with millions of volunteers. There will be no president of Earth.

ALLCOTT MOVEMENT:  If the multinational corporations that now rule Earth do not abide by the outcome of a majority vote in favor of CAMPAIGN FOR EARTH, Citizens of Earth will instigate the Allcott Movement, a one-at-a-time mancott, womancott, girlcott, boycott--hence, Allcott--against each multinational corporation unwilling to relinquish control of its global business and give it, and all its assets, to Citizens of Earth. Citizens will continue the Allcott Movement until all multinational corporations have done the same. All personal and smaller-business wealth will be converted into resources to be distributed equally to all Citizens. All proceeds in excess of what’s needed reasonably by each Citizen will be saved for future generations. No violence of any kind will occur during the transfer of these resources. Citizens will take these steps because they are the moral, the right, steps to take to save all living creations on Earth, and Earth itself.

PEACE ON EARTH:  Wealth is not worth. The mansuetude of loving, and being loved, are. When love is your currency, all else is counterfeit. Citizens will be able to go about creating their own happiness that is built on love-based personal relationships and professional activities. No longer will human beings be able to profit from another’s pain. Indeed, profit will never be seen on Earth again. With love at the center of being and living, there will be no more wars, no more dictators, no more corruption. Finally, there will only be Peace on Earth, forever.

Please forward this commentary to Secretary-General António Guterres after you have made a copy of it for yourself. Thank you.

Copyright 2020 Tod Howard Hawks

A graduate of Phillips Andover Academy and Columbia College, Columbia University, Tod Howard Hawks has been a poet and a human-rights advocate his entire adult life.

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Dec 2019 · 64
DIFFERENT FACES
TOD HOWARD HAWKS Dec 2019
Some people love only a
particular kind of face, only
a certain color of skin, only
a distinctive accent in another’s
voice, only a spelling of a
last name like their own.
They probably prefer a blank
canvass to one of Picasso’s.
They need no eyes, not even
a heart:  bigotry blinds their
sight;  the suffering of others
they do not feel or see;  their
soul is dark and sick. I prefer
different faces, eyes as blue
as robins’ eggs, brown or black
as Mother Earth from which we
all come. Show me different
dances, different clothings,
different customs. Teach me
of the variegated ways so
many others live and fall in
love, making babies of skin
colors, one different from the
others, but all crying for mother’s
milk like infant members of a
Greek chorus. We need a
deus ex machina to turn
racism into the rhapsody
of love.
A graduate of Andover and Columbia College, Columbia University, Tod Howard Hawks has been a poet and human-rights advocate his entire adult life. He just finished his first novel, A CHILD FOR AMARANTH.
Dec 2019 · 43
I NEVER MET JESUS
TOD HOWARD HAWKS Dec 2019
I never met Jesus. I wish
I had. I think we would have
hit it off. I mean, he had impor-
tant things to share. Maybe
we could have shared some
wine. I would have asked him
how he grew up, what kinds of
games he played when he
was a boy, when did he first
realize he was different
from his friends, why he
waited 30 years before he
began to share his truths
with others, that he didn’t
tell those around him how to
get rich, but how to love one
another. I would have
shared my beliefs with him,
that all creations in the
Cosmos are sacred, that
there is a hell, but that
it was life on earth, that
the Supreme Being would
never torture anyone, only
love those who had never
been loved enough, if at all,
that his power was Love,
that everyone’s power is
Love. At times we would
have laughed with each
other, and, at other times,
cried together.

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A graduate of Andover and Columbia College, Columbia University, Tod Howard Hawks has been a poet and human-rights advocate his entire adult life. He just finished his first novel, A CHILD FOR AMARANTH.
Dec 2019 · 67
APHORISM XXVII
TOD HOWARD HAWKS Dec 2019
All people live downstream.

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Dec 2019 · 41
JESUS WORE ONLY A ROBE
TOD HOWARD HAWKS Dec 2019
Jesus wore only a robe.
He did not tell those who gathered
around him how to get rich. He
told them to love one another.

Today, the religions of the world
are of untold wealth. I suggest all sell
their manifold possessions and give all
the proceeds to the poorest of the poor.

Jesus wore only a robe.

Copyright 2019 Tod Howard Hawks
A graduate of Andover and Columbia College, Columbia University, Tod Howard Hawks has been a poet and human-rights advocate his entire adult life. He just finished his first novel, A CHILD FOR AMARANTH.
Dec 2019 · 40
APHORISM XXVI
TOD HOWARD HAWKS Dec 2019
Wetopia.

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A graduate of Andover and Columbia College, Columbia University, Tod Howard Hawks has been a poet and human-rights advocate his entire adult life. He just finished his first novel, A CHILD FOR AMARANTH.
TOD HOWARD HAWKS Dec 2019
Hell is not below us when our bodies die.
Hell is on Earth, in our lives. Only our bodies die;  
our spirits are infinite. So why does our spirit
join another body and return to Earth? To learn
that Hell is an illusion of the finite, that Hell can
become a Hello to Heaven on Earth through Love.
All creations of the Cosmos must first be nurtured
by Love to effloresce their own innate Love. That
full Love is the antidote for Hell on Earth. We must
be Loved so that our full Love can be shared
with those who hurt and hate, thus transforming
Hell into a Hello to Heaven on Earth, changing
hopelessness into hopefulness. But we can give only
what we have received. So if we fail to be Loved
at conception, through our earliest of years, and
then through the rest of our lives, at any point
someone who has been fully Loved can intervene
by Loving the one who is in Hell on Earth.
There is no such thing as a surfeit of Love.
As one is nurtured by another's Love, the deprived
one will feel and find the efflorescence of Love,
and what was before Hell on Earth will become a
Hello to Heaven on Earth. Hell will be understood
for what it truly is:  A call for help. And Love
will be known by all creations as the magic
and truth of the Cosmos.
A graduate of Andover and Columbia College, Columbia University, Tod Howard Hawks has been a poet and human-rights activist his entire adult life. He just finished his first novel, A CHILD FOR AMARANTH.
Dec 2019 · 218
INFINITY
TOD HOWARD HAWKS Dec 2019
Infinity is reality is love is all is one is infinity.

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A graduate of Andover and Columbia College, Columbia University, Tod Howard Hawks has been a poet and human-rights advocate his entire adult life. He just finished his first novel, A CHILD FOR AMARANTH.
Dec 2019 · 40
APHORISM XXV
TOD HOWARD HAWKS Dec 2019
Knowledge won't get you there. Wisdom is there.

Copyright 2019 Tod Howard Hawks
A graduate of Andover and Columbia College, Columbia University, Tod Howard Hawks has been a poet and human-rights advocate his entire adult life. He just finished his first novel, A CHILD FOR AMARANTH.
Nov 2019 · 31
WITHOUT ANGELS' RUTH
TOD HOWARD HAWKS Nov 2019
WAR is an acronym for
"Without Angels' Ruth."

Copyright 2019 Tod Howard Hawks
A graduate of Andover and Columbia College, Columbia University, Tod Howard Hawks has been a poet and human-rights advocate his entire adult life. He just finished his first novel, A CHILD FOR AMARANTH.
Nov 2019 · 28
APHORISM XXIV
TOD HOWARD HAWKS Nov 2019
Titles are like band-aids. In short order, they fall off.
A graduate of Andover and Columbia College, Columbia University, Tod Howard Hawks has been a poet and human-rights advocate his entire adult life. He has just finished writing his first novel, A CHILD FOR AMARANTH.
Nov 2019 · 44
APHORISM XXIII
TOD HOWARD HAWKS Nov 2019
Know truth by untruth.

Copyright 2019 Tod Howard Hawks
A graduate of Andover and Columbia College, Columbia University, Tod Howard Hawks has been a poet and human-rights advocate his entire adult life. He has just finished writing his first novel, A CHILD FOR AMARANTH.
Nov 2019 · 42
APHORISM XXII
TOD HOWARD HAWKS Nov 2019
THE GOOD NEWS:  Our next World War will be our last.

THE BAD NEWS:  It will last only ten minutes.

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A graduate of Andover and Columbia College, Columbia University, Tod Howard Hawks has been a poet and human-rights advocate his entire adult life.
Nov 2019 · 50
APHORISM XXI
TOD HOWARD HAWKS Nov 2019
War has no warranties.

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A graduate of Andover and Columbia College, Columbia University, Tod Howard Hawks has been a poet and human-rights advocate his entire adult life.
Nov 2019 · 75
ILLUSION OF THE FINITE
TOD HOWARD HAWKS Nov 2019
It was 1956. I was in the sixth grade.
I opened the top of my desk. There
was my wooden ruler. I had an idea.
In my mind, I took my ruler to the big
window in our classroom. In my mind,
my wooden ruler had on it two magic
buttons--one to elongate the ruler, the
other to activate the magic drill on the
other end of my magic ruler. I opened
the big window a bit so I could stick my
ruler outside. Then I pressed the
magic button to elongate my ruler,
which it did. The ruler began to elongate,
first through the tree limbs and branches,
then through the sky and clouds,
then through the rest of Earth’s
atmosphere, then through space,
through our solar system, then
through our galaxy, then through
deep space, and then through
deeper and deeper and deeper
Space until it hit something that
Stopped my magic ruler from
elongating further. The magic drill
bit could drill through anything for-
ever, so I pressed the magic button
to activate the magic drill bit. It began
to drill through whatever had stopped
my magic ruler from elongating and
continued to drill for a long, long time.
Finally, the magic drill bit drilled all
the way through whatever had been
blocking my magic ruler, so I pressed
again the magic button to start my magic
ruler to start elongating again. After a
long, long time, I realized I could go
on forever, so I began to retract it.
Eventually, it came back through the
open classroom window.

Then I took my 12-inch wooden ruler
back to me desk. I had another idea.
This time I didn’t need a magic ruler,
just the one I had. But I did need a
pencil and a piece of paper, which I
found inside my desk. I put the ruler,
the pencil, and the piece of paper on
the top of my desk. The I began di-
viding the 12-inch ruler mathematically
in half, first from 12 inches to six inches,
then into three inches, then into 1 ½,
then into 3/4ths, then into 3/8ths, then
into 3/16ths, then into 3/32ths, then
into 3/64ths, then into 3/128ths, and so
on. If I had wanted to, I could have gone
on forever.

This is how Iearned in sixth grade, by
myself, that infinity was reality, not what
appeared to be finite. I speculated, there-
fore, that if one person stared through
the most powerful telescope that ever
could be made and a another person
stared through the most powerful
microscope that ever could be made,
they would wind up staring at each other.

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A graduate of Andover and Columbia College, Columbia University, Tod Howard Hawks has been a poet and human-rights advocate his entire adult life.
Nov 2019 · 26
EDEN, AGAIN
TOD HOWARD HAWKS Nov 2019
Our eristic world, can we make
it irenic again? Can blue skies
make our blue feelings dissipate,
our intemperate feelings sanguine?
When shall we realize that you and
I are one, that all rivulets become
one stream, that all streams become
one river, that all rivers flow into one
ocean? The air that you breathe is
the air I breathe. John Donne was
prescient:  When one dies, all are
diminished. The bombs we build
now traduce us;  weapons make us
weak. Blood in our bodies is meant
for our hearts and tributaries, not
to sodden ground into gore. No
more, I say! Our hands are meant
for helping and for healing;  our
eyes for seeing inequities, iniquities
that still abound. All around are
injustices that penetrate, that per-
meate our souls. Was Earth meant
to perpetrate these wicked ways?
Is Earth dearth of goodness? Surely
not. It has been turned inside out.
We must ameliorate. This is our fate.
So Adam ate an apple…. Earth was
once Eden. Is God so vindictive as
to keep us thus enslaved? We need
not pray forever to make this change.
All rivulets fall into one ocean. You and
all others are one. Our hands and hearts
are joined. God gave us this Earth.
Let us all be good gardeners and
give Him back his Eden. Amen.

Copyright 2019 Tod Howard Hawks
A graduate of Andover and Columbia College, Columbia University, Tod Howard Hawks has been a poet and human-rights advocate for his entire adult life.
Nov 2019 · 41
READY TO DIE, OR AM I?
TOD HOWARD HAWKS Nov 2019
Ready to die, or am I?
When I go and whenever, I
I shall take with me myself,
my flowers and my kisses,
my misses in the outfield,
my portraits and my poems.
My home will be both here
and there, and wherever you
may be is where I shall lie
beside you, for the universe
is endless, as is my love for
you. We live so many lives,
I shall never be without you.
My poetry and flowers will
always shower you.

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A graduate of Andover and Columbia College, Columbia University, Tod Howard Hawks has been a poet and a human-rights advocate his entire adult life.
Nov 2019 · 48
AN ELEGY FOR NAZI TRUMP
TOD HOWARD HAWKS Nov 2019
Auschwitz-Birkenau, Belzec, Bergen-Belsen,
Buchenwald, Chelmno, Dachau, Dora-Mittebau,
Flossenburg, Gross-Rosen, Janowska, Kaiserwald,
Majdanek, Mauthausen, Natzweller-Struthof,
Neuengamme, Oranienburg, Plaszow, Ravensbruck,
Sachenhausen, Sobibor, Terezin, Treblinka, Westerbork.

There were more than 15,000 of these death camps
spread over ****-occupied Europe. In addition to Jews,
other groups murdered were homosexuals, the physically
and mentally infirm, political and religious dissidents,
Gypsies, communists, socialists, Afro-Germans, Soviet
POWS, intelligentsia, beggars, alchoholics, prostitutes,
freemasons, and trade unionists.

It is estimated that between 15,000,000 to 20,000,000
human beings were murdered by Nazis during the
Holocaust. ****** assumed power in 1933, **** Trump
in 2017.

Copyright 2019 Tod Howard Hawks
A graduate of Andover and Columbia College, Columbia University, Tod Howard Hawks has been a poet and human-rights advocate his entire adult life.
Oct 2019 · 44
REQUIEM FOR EARTH
TOD HOWARD HAWKS Oct 2019
We worry about the price of a gallon
of gas. We feel angst about whether
our car is newer than our neighbor's.
Is our grass greener than their's? They're
vacationing in Santa Fe, but we're
flying to Antigua. There are no Blacks
or Hispanics in our lovely part of
suburbia, thank god. And speaking of
God, we both pray Sunday mornings,
albeit at different churches (ours is
bigger, though). Climate Change?
Why should we worry about that?
Most of the smog is still in L.A, right?
Nuclear Winter--what the hell is that?
We fly to Aspen in the winter to ski.
My brothers and sisters don't live
all around the world. They mostly
live in Peoria. Pour me another scotch
and soda.

Copyright 2019 Tod Howard Hawks
A graduate of Andover and Columbia College, Columbia University, Tod Howard Hawks has been a poet and human-rights advocate his entire adult life.
Oct 2019 · 52
WINTER OF THE HEART
TOD HOWARD HAWKS Oct 2019
It snows and keeps on snowing.
It is late October, not mid-March.
Ice ages of the moment, you left
me frozen and in chunks. My
home is the gulags of your
leaving, no longer your
embrace that was my warmth.
Sixty below is beyond
bitter, but nothing is as cold
as winter of the heart.
A graduate of Andover and Columbia College, Columbia University, Tod Howard Hawks has been a poet and human-rights activist his entire adult life.
Sep 2019 · 77
APHORISM XX
TOD HOWARD HAWKS Sep 2019
I am crazy with clarity.

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aphorisms
Sep 2019 · 45
APHORISM XIX
TOD HOWARD HAWKS Sep 2019
The problem with some is that they write with their mind, not their spirit.

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APHORISM XVIII
TOD HOWARD HAWKS Sep 2019
Truth is my religion.

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