Stewart Acuff

May 9

The Committee

My friends, the committee, came to visit tonight They woke me in the tiny hours as they do With their incessant chatter about this slight I must have foolishly made or that comment I rue A regret that

Apr 22

What Do We Do Best Today?

What do we do best today? We make people poor We poison our air and our earth Sounds trite, doesn’t it Like the words of a 12 year old girl Who wants a happy world But consider she could be

Apr 15

The Stealth Poor

I’m so excited that my poems The Stealth Poor and We Struggle have just been published in Blue Collar Review. I am very grateful and proud to be published in Blue Collar – a

Apr 7

Winter drags

Winter drags Bare branches sharp against The limitless deep gray that would be sky Feathery flakes drift now almost April And we sigh clad for the cold grown old Another deep gray afternoon Becomes an even more gray twilight We know

Apr 7

Light

This morning as I walked I saw Venus On the empty darkened streets of San Dimas Clear and bright and big and beautiful Beyond any words a stumbling poet could bring to his brain She soon disappeared in

Mar 24

Cuffed, goin’ to jail in Georgia

Watching old friends, real friends, soul friends Cuffed, goin’ to jail in Georgia For fighting for healthcare for the poor Just trying to get the politicians to take The Medicaid offered to the state and it’s poor Poor folks

Mar 4

The source of the cold

The dark and the cold are a physical presence In the tiny hours of this morning When the sun is but a memory of yesterday Long since has this winter moved from a season Just one of four To

Feb 26

The Old South

The water dark as the heart Of the Old South Beautiful fields, cotton clinging to stalks Belie the ugliness of so much That happened here in this Old South of South Carolina The train races past the crossroads And almost not

Feb 21

Morning People

The little mamacita with two bebes Waits with a peasant’s patience For the bus. One bebe sleeps with his head On Mama’s shoulder The other bebe stands holding her hand Asleep or barely awake on his feet At 4 am The bebes

Feb 14

A Meditation on Love

Love is of God God is Love Love does not judge Love knows that I could be in the shoes of Anyone but for the Grace of God Love is free Love brings light and freedom The love of brothers and

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