Stewart Acuff

Jan 16

Dr. King

Dr. King They will tell you he was a drum major. All about service and leading the band. He was that. But Dr. King was so much more. Warrior chief for justice and peace and radical love. Jesus love. Nonviolent fighter,

Jan 10

Small Bar

Sliver of a table in a small, noisy bar Or tavern we chatted: life, loves our Loves, especially, frustrating, mad Though they make us and as bad As they can be Necessary it seemed to us key Critical maybe not

Jan 8

Coffee At Night

I wonder in the tiny night-morning hours If the Ethiopian coffee tonight, ours, In the shop of folks getting ready for church Was worth the sleeplessness and the lurch And the seamless trip between sleep and Dreams.  Except I

Jan 7

Anti-Fracking Poem

This poem I wrote last spring is reprinted from Blue Collar Review, a great journal of working class and progressive poetry. In Pennsylvania They punch into our ground To blow up our earth and release gas and

Jan 1

Late at Night

Sometimes late when sleep is held at bay All those memories come to play You know, they’re never far When a chance comes the night to mar And the memories reopen the breaks in the Heart unhealed and time

Dec 19

Rolling

Leaving New York City the train Follows the Hudson into the Adirondacks Majestic in the cold December air Rising above the river mountain stacks Into the sky, they drain Their water, snow, moisture back to river Now its little cities

Dec 18

Compassion in this Season

Whatever happened to compassion? Not just love for your family Or affection for your friends But compassion for all, love for creation? All creation. All that God put here To live together supposedly in harmony? ‘Tis the season as they

Dec 18

Short Ode to Memphis

Watchin’ a Tennessee band record at Sun, That’s Sun Studio in Memphis where a Boy named Elvis laid some shit down to stun The whole world and boys like Jerry Lee and Others with Elvis made music that

Dec 10

The Patriots Push On

Working my way back home from another Trip trying to say we can do this It doesn’t have to be this way, other Ways are possible. We don’t have to miss What is right and fair, and what

Dec 7

Christmastime at the Beach

Written by Stewart Acuff Gray, green waves rolling steadily into The sandy beach punctuated with rocks The sun and clouds play a child’s games Of peek-a-boo and hide-n-seek While the wind cold and steady makes The fire a natural blessing

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