By Alice Griffin The man stopped at the gate to ask for milk… “Milk?” said the lady “You’re not a baby!” But the man liked milk So she sent him to the field. “Go get it from the cow then!” “From the cow?” said the man “Yes” said the lady “The cow can be your…

By Alice Griffin This gentle earth Of rolling lands Green and blue Stretching sands Doesn’t feel so gentle In the wake Of all the spills of blood we make. This gentle earth Cries out for love And yet we crush her With much mirth Thinking, not of what we break Instead only, of what we…