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A One Sentence Poem Written on the Last Friday Before the First Tuesday of November 2020 and the Title Is Longer than the Poem’

Oct 30, 2020

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cfblack

in history, violence

If Tzar Nicholas Was His Own Rasputin, Would The Nobles Have Let Him Live? 10-30-20

The Deep sleep

Oct 23, 2020

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cfblack

in corporate America, dreams, inflation money poverty, Racial & Social justice, violence

Dreams of people dying, I can’t help Padlocked chain link kennels full of people Mothers crying for children Children crying for mothers Everyone has gone deaf Woman gathered up to chain on top of pedestals Try desperately to be left the fuck alone Revving motors on private yachts and jets I helped buy and I…

New from the Brothers Grimm

Sep 28, 2020

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cfblack

in Racial & Social justice, Rewriting a fairy tale myth or legend, violence

Once upon a time In a sleepy backwater river town A young woman sleeps In her own apartment In her own bed In the middle of the night Men do not knock Or even say hello Break down her door Shoot her lover Kill her dead No one gets charged Wrapped in blue Nice and…

an anniversary meditation

Aug 9, 2020

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cfblack

in fear, holidays, sun, violence, War & Politics

dust motes shimmer through trees on sunbeams I sip coffee and read Hibakusha stories trees shake from an earthquake in the mountains I haven’t heard damage reports, but it will be mild _____ on the anniversary of Nagasaki I reflect 70,000 vaporized in a rush for peace children, mothers, fathers a Shinto shrine and Catholic…

When the world became flat, again

Jul 2, 2020

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cfblack

in corporate America, frustration, history, ignorance, Racial & Social justice, violence

When the world became flat, again When science denial became in vogue When “the world’s equilibrium hath been upset” When billionaires received government assistance before the poor When separation of church and state became a lie When not paying taxes became a badge of honor When white supremacists crawled out of their holes When concentration…

If police were lifeguards

Jun 15, 2020

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cfblack

in Racial & Social justice, violence

Trained to save themselves recorded on cell phones drowning souls held under denied resuscitation I don’t know the code they speak, but I see it written on bodies caught in riptides of a fast receding tide 6-15-20

Out of Minnesota

May 29, 2020

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cfblack

in animals, food/cooking, nature, TV/movies/tech, violence

Richard Attenborough narrates another documentary A pride of lions singles out a member of the herd You feel empathy for the hunted held by the neck bleating until limp and dead Torn apart on screen The camera turns Cream-colored lions with their cubs in the sun bellies full King of the Serengeti admires his children…

for Zakiah

Apr 30, 2020

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cfblack

in Family, grandkids, Racial & Social justice, violence

This morning, I woke decided to lead by example decided to send my hoodie to Goodwill I don’t want my grandson shot and if he is, I don’t want some security officer to use a hoodie as a reason another young black boy lies dying in the street Maybe, he can say he thought a…

Front yards

Feb 14, 2020

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cfblack

in childhood, fear, for someone else, freedom, grief, sexism, violence

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…

Boomer Bovine Blues

Jan 7, 2020

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cfblack

in Aging, animals, grief, violence, War & Politics

Ziploc gladness is a plastic bag full with blueberries cool and sweet to eat while watching cable news Blue like B.B. King riffing in a club waiting for closing time and someone or anyone to take you home Milk the cows of gladness joy in a bucket – butter and cream tug the teats –…

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