My husband's poetry

Category: Death & Afterlife

  • Leave a window open

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    When clouds and thunder pulled curtains over the sun, momma would read scriptures written in the sky. She have us throw open the southwest windows, because if the pressure could somehow equalize and if the house had enough fresh air to recite prayers and if the walls held no fear of dying, the house would…

  • Ellipsis

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    Sometimes, our hearts buffer… that small spinning pause between signal and song. I say your name, the moment hesitates… a bird suspended in the grammar of air. The world stutters with wobbled gyrations… in the fragile delay I feel you. Silent promise, our hearts buffer… that small spinning pause between patience and devotion. 3-9-26 Tonight…

  • Grief

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    cfblack
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    Grief arrives unannounced …quiet as a mouse in the corner of a room nibbling on forever. There are no witnesses so you try to pretend it’s not happening as it runs up the wall and disappears only to reappear in the mIddle of the night wearing someone else’s face. A clock for a mouth, melted…

  • Flickering light

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    Charlie was a working man retired from the city married late in life had three young children and a wife he did odd jobs for me to pay his rent — His kids liked to play outside under a street light the light began to flicker he climbed the pole to fix it fell and…

  • McKenna’s dream

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    Dear Terence, What if your theory is just a dream waiting to be played out in real time? What if it ain’t extra-terrestial intelligence, but just a dream you had while meandering through barnyard dreamscapes? What if it’s wishful thinking trying to make sense, seeking a better world along fictious ancient mycelial cultural pathways? And…

  • Billie

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    God Bless The Child crying on the stage shriveled raisin, Strange Fruit drying in the sun Swinging In The Rain lying at the mic Lady Sings The Blues dying on the stage 1-29-26

  • Sacrifice

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    cfblack
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    All season long Winter prepares for Spring, pushes stubborn leaves from their perch so new ones have a place to grow. Some fall on grass, some on moss, some on naked ground, and some fall into the fire. They sizzle for a moment before they’re gone. The others will be pushed to the curb for…

  • For lack of sunlight

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    cfblack
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    the tree in our yard no longer green rains gold from the sky seesawing back and forth on its way to ground beautiful in the moment it’s not dead only changed awaits transition leaves turn palms up supplicate the wind to carry it away 11-20-25