Stewart Acuff

Mar 4

Gray Winter Dawn

The first gray light of winter dawn Makes the spare bare trees and their limbs The highlight of early morning It won’t be so long As the sun fills our world, even if clouded Many other features will stand

Mar 3

Cold

It is no longer just cold The cold is a physical presence, A being that fights to determine, even direct What you do today, what shape your day takes The cold has climbed inside you Making everything except seeking

Feb 11

Years

Now that the years have accumulated And my body tells on itself over and over I try to return to the days when life was hard, but I was harder I remember a river in Florida crystal

Jan 15
Seein’ The Hope

Seein’ The Hope

Wandering through the maze like corridors of a giant institution Built to relieve if not heal sick and dying poor people Talking to those used to, accustomed, to the poverty of the patients Those who do the

Jan 9

Dawn breaks late

Up at these tiny hours of early morning Dawn breaks late You welcome the day starting Way before night ends and begins her sleep Beneath the quilted blanket of warmth That is the sun In these hours the mind Moseys lazily

Jan 5

The Sun Way Yon

The ridge across the River way yon Still bathed brightly by a fast falling sun While we head up yet another hill In the cold shade of this ridge These walks or hikes now a test of will For

Dec 19

Holiday Hope

We watch scenes of blood strewn floors in the Mideast We hope for a rising righteous rage in America Against the devaluation of us all The lowering of our living standards The growing street execution of Black men Sanctioned

Dec 8

When…

When did you last feel you really connected with someone? You looked in her or his eyes, glimpsed the soul Felt something deep in your own. When did you last feel what he or she was saying? Not

Dec 5

Five million

Really happy to announce that my poem just got published on Political Affairs. Five million What is the cost of making 5 million families safer? What is the cost of relieving 5 million families from fear of

Nov 12

Another first Monday in November

Another first Monday in November Another election eve Another train ride It doesn’t much matter where If it’s some place workers have something to win Or something to lose It’s better to ride the train on these nights than the

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