Author: cfblack
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Holes in my windshield
late at night I flee the living, drive along streets that make more sense than logic only to return each morning with shattered recollections of victories over nightmares and long walks with ancestors and descendants over landscapes impossible to reconstruct; late the next night I flee again 4-7-25
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Aerosol plume
(for my worry wort friend…) Often, I lie awake concerned about my peeing habits. Lid up or down when flushing? Over the years my wife has trained me put the seat back down after peeing, but I am lazy and often leave the lid up when I flush and lie awake, concerned about the impact…
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Saturday morning haiku
sitting on the porch, sipping coffee, basketballs thumping in the park 4-5-25
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Laundry day
because I hated folding clothes growing up, I don’t everything is hung on a hanger except my underwear and socks those I throw in a basket in the closet all my dark socks are the same and I’m not an underwear model so who cares about wrinkles if they fit 4-4-25
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Reading the news
some days I feel like I may survive the calamity, if those who want to heal me would use love, instead of lacerating my arms and bleeding the world’s sickness from my veins 4-3-25
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Confessions of a feral poet
Mother did not want feral seeds to parachute into our yard and take root. She used to send me across the street to cut down milkweed that grew wild in the ditch. It was only later I learned monarch butterflies need feral milkweed to feed and breed and to lay their eggs upon. Now I…
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Table Rock is burning
Table Rock is burning And I worry about the scorpions That live in cabins along the ridge Tails hung curled above their heads Like crescent moons in the sooty air Will they rendezvous with their ancient cousin Who killed the hunter, Orion And be hung by Gaia Among the stars that sail The Blue Ridge…
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Blue daylight
blue daylight drowns horizon’s fire only to re-ignite in the west it burns below the edge of the world and re-appears in a burst flame in eastern skies before it drowns again in blue, blue daylight 4-1-25
My husband's poetry 