Stewart Acuff

May 23

Another from the Road

Spring turning to summer Fruit trees all blossomed out Fields planted and 85 degrees Lines of real life ain’t so sharp Ain’t spring any more. Ain’t summer yet.   Image Source: Derek Jensen via Wikimedia Commons This file is licensed under

May 23

The first hint of light in the East

The first hint of light in the East Birds awake Staking out their turf with chirps While I Struggle with darkness into light Night into day Sleep elusive played games all night Exhausted, rest still not fulfilled I wrestle with all I

Apr 24

Harmonize with God’s beauty in us.

I worry That your worry now in this difficlt time Blinds you to the beauty God gave us and put all around us It is springtime The best time to be alive The dogwoods, pear trees and The iconic cherry blossoms Call

Apr 16

Mississippi Woman

Thinking of home as I think of you Remembering those “long” trips into Arkansas when we were just Sposed to be ridin’ around in Malden on 22 cents a gallon gas All those small town adventures and Pretty girls who

Apr 16


We talked across the table About the Mississippi River and its Delta And barbecue and what we’ve done with Our lives so long and so far from That Mississippi and the lands that Drained its rain runoff into it And

Apr 16

Soft Spring Rain

Waking here in this gentle place Made even more gentle by soft rain, Soft spring rain that slows everything Everything except the busy mockingbirds Their songs beautiful in the rain but Oh so serious to them as they claim Their

Apr 16

Sunday at the Beach

Sunday morning in springtime at The Beach Is there any better time At any better place Listening to my mockingbird friend So anxious to find a mate To bring to his turf to make babies with. There is no air cleaner

Apr 2

Mr. LaPierre

What is Newtown to you? A place on a map? A quiet little New England town? Or is it the place where our obsessions With guns manifested itself? Do you think about the 26 innocents killed there Because you and your

Mar 11
The Stealth Poor

The Stealth Poor

There’s a huge, deep holler Now between the rich and the rest of us You know a holler – biggest ever Place between mountains of wealth And mountains of suffering and poverty More of us becoming the stealth Poor. We

Mar 7


Leavin you is harder every time I do it Your giving and accepting I give up only Because I have to. The way we fit Is rarely found and chases the lonely Blues back to a place I