Author: cfblack
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to subscribers and readers
New posts are now at the end! I figured out how to change dates to when they were written, but it will take me awhile to fix all of them.
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Eggs benedict with chorizo on the side
Chilly Mother’s Day, rock and roll elevator music overhead played bad. Traffic on the street honks off beat. Everyone needs a job, and the musician’s union pays well. Honeysuckle in the planter, sparrows scavenge breadcrumbs at my feet, dog dish begs water by a bench while families gather outside a restaurant waiting for a text…
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South Carolina earthquake, or, Alexa, play Carole King
The bed shook in the night She took it as a sign He slept right through it Woke rested the next morning Did not wake her And left 5-9-22
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Calico mosquito
Cat sits in sun by empty fire pit wearing a grey and white patched coat watching squirrels watch her watch them watching her stare as if in aligned mirrors. The squirrels know she knows she cannot reach them, but she tries again and again and again, because maybe just maybe she might get lucky. April…
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Goodbye to a friend
morphine drip prescribed soul flashes light in the dark outside I sit train wails goodbye 5-11-22
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haiku after darkness spins away
grey goose appears white as it rises up in flight on bright morning light 5-11-22
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Gibson’s war
After the war, After bodies were cleared, Mass graves dug up, Photographed and catalogued. After the rubble was pushed aside, and reconstruction begun, You found an abandoned instrument with broken strings. Because this was all you could handle and it did not stink of death, You thought of all the songs it had sung Cradled…
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Listening to the BBC
Glenn was an adolescent cool boy We met In seventh grade band He was smarter than me Played clarinet better than I played trombone In science class, we learned Descartes Tortured animals in the pursuit of knowledge _____ My friend would tell stories of tying cats tails together Lighting them on fire to watch them…
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haiku of avian truism
grey geese rule the pond but not where blue heron stalks bullies aren’t heroes 5-15-22
My husband's poetry 