immigrants – My husband's poetry

Immigrant hotels

Nov 21, 2025

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names, dates, epithets concentration camp walls always say the same things languages vary but the sentiments don’t change in my country walls speak Juan 11/21/2025 Mentirosos Bastardos

for Nora Valdez

Apr 23, 2022

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cfblack

in for someone else, immigrants, Racial & Social justice

After waiting a million years to be undressed from stone she’s thankful it was a woman who held the chisel. She waits on Lady Street with swollen feet and a child on each hip for a bus, for food, a home, for politicians to stop playing politics …because it’s not a game. 4-23-22

Talking with Mary

Dec 6, 2021

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cfblack

in immigrants, Racial & Social justice, spiritual

On the week before, the week before, the week before Christmas I haven’t shopped at Jared’s or Kay’s or Zale’s Because diamonds have more to do with blood than love, but I was talking with a friend Who said she walks to church each morning But does not go to mass She said she lights…

morning haiku

Nov 17, 2021

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cfblack

in haiku, immigrants, morning

every morningyou cross the park’s border fenceonly to return 11-17-21

migrant worker

Aug 14, 2021

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cfblack

in immigrants, Kindness, neighbors

Before I leave home To visit the home That was my home But is no longer I gather a brown paper bag With a malt liquor can Left by an old man who walks Humped over with a cane He leaves it every Friday Across from where he lives Under a bench In the shade…

Seeking a Talking Bush in a Forest Fire

Apr 24, 2021

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cfblack

in covid, immigrants, spiritual

Thirty-five hundred years from now When no one writes in stone And COVID 19 is just one of many plagues Vaccination cards nailed above doors Of immigrant internment camps Who will edit facts that do not fit Purge first-hand accounts to make it holy Provide the name of a trust fund princess Who didn’t want…

Mystery man from the sky

Apr 15, 2021

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cfblack

in freedom, immigrants, inflation money poverty, Racial & Social justice

Several miles overhead I watch flying metal dragons Smoky contrails trailing behind Ascending and descending Circling like flies attracted to an airport On the other side of town I read a story of a mystery man from the sky Who fell in a garden patio On a flight path to Heathrow Airport The article told…

a wall

Apr 4, 2021

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cfblack

in animals, freedom, Illusion, immigrants

a wall never kept a hungry animal or a fleeing deer on the other side they always find a way to go around or over or burrow underground 4-4-21

conversations with the memory of a young girl

Sep 30, 2020

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cfblack

in for someone else, history, immigrants, Racial & Social justice

soles on cold concrete my bare feet absorb last night’s chill I watch parents with children in strollers linger in the park remember a young girl who lived with her parents on my paper route the only daughter of Holocaust survivors she invited me in from the cold fed me cookies and hot cocoa taught…

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