Author: cfblack
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Canticle of bones
in the rain in a green field in homage of another time stands an abandoned house we know what kills a farm chases a family to the city but not what kills a whale that swims in a field of green ___ bleached bone corpse stripped of bark where children played swung on branches laughed…
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a modest proposal
This morning I saw flocks of crows hanging out on equipment abandoned in a swamp and then I thought maybe they missed the flight for their yearly winter Caribbean vacation It was cold and rainy and then I thought wouldn’t it be nice if the folks who do genetic engineering bred GMO black crows with…
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swamp haiku
in midst of dark swamp truck lights follow thin painted line trusting the painter 2-20-20 *title from wife
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Unbowed
face in a mirror bohemian leftist feminist painter politics and lovers magical realist worked to live lived to die house of blue ashes in a jar upon a shelf Frida looks for her eyebrows in the dust of her head 2-18-20
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shooting star
night sky scratch of light hole torn in dark fabric let’s escape before the wound heals 2-15-20
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Front yards
You want a house on the edge of town land enough for a garden, chickens and guinea hens You want a screened porch to keep mosquitoes at bay and a stately oak tree to day dream under You want a nice cafe and coffee shop to walk to an independent book store next to the…
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haiku for a gentle friend
gentle songs of loss bare feet sought ground’s redemption a night made holy 2-13-20
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Frog hymns
In the woods Tree frogs sing Sing songs of waking Sing Spring’s first hymn Sing call and response Is anyone awake? …I am Where are you? …Over here Where is here? …Tell me about yourself, first I am male, isn’t that enough? …I want to be romanced I don’t have all night …We have all…
