Author: cfblack
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Sermon of squirrels
Yesterday all the rats in fur coats jumped down from the trees sang hosanna and fled our yard Salivating in search of a miracle they stopped at Benedict College to attend the Traveling Nut Salvation Show 10-26-19
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Holiday haints
Last night, you dreamed you were set adrift in a yeasty haze of a bakery isle Nutmeg, peppermint, vanilla chocolate, cardamon and cinnamon Your diet demands loyalty you averted your eyes and walked on In the dairy section you grabbed butter, cottage cheese and yogurt Standing in the checkout line, you felt guilty that somehow…
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Homeroom
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You woke in autumn darkness from a dream where you were back in 8th grade you were crushing on all the girls but were too afraid to tell them Because you didn’t want them to laugh at you Because you thought you were too skinny Because your mom wouldn’t let you wear cool clothes You…
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The pond
On thousands of sunny days every boy knew there was a monster fish that lived in the bottom of the pond that was the smartest fish that lived in the bottom of the pond that was the luckiest fish that lived in the bottom of the pond that no one ever caught that lived in…
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10/21 “In sleep, fantasy takes the form of dreams. But in waking life, too, we continue to dream beneath the threshold of consciousness” C. G. Jung
Sun shines this morning Birds fill the air with sound Rain is forecast for evening Last night, I dreamed birds were singing at the ceiling in the corner of the bedroom I woke to the tweeting of the smoke alarm telling me to change its battery Even dreams conspire to confuse me about what is…
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The sleepy sog of Sunday
Rain came and cooled the woods lone deer stands in your yard, finds nothing and walks down the street oblivious to road etiquette and traffic signs No one plays basketball in the rain dog walkers with rain coats, boots and umbrellas smokers exiled to porches watch the rain pour in sheets from the edge of…
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blue jay haiku
beautiful blue jays bright swatches flit from tree to tree their squawk ruins the mood 10-20-19
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Burning soul
Chilly Saturday morning stale coffee warms in microwave Last night you watched a poet self-immolate on stage Heard words crackling in the fire smelled flesh sizzling like bacon You sat transfixed until nothing but ash remained on stage And still you wanted more part of you want to hug her Part you wanted to flee…
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For the Poet, Andrea Gibson
Cultural climate change ice bergs of hate set adrift melt in warmer seas I journey to Charleston holy city filled with churches to listen to a famous poet poet sells out venues markets herself a queer poet because America is tired of hate 10-18-19
