Stewart Acuff

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

Nov 7

Peace

Finding the peace not always easy As I withdraw into that place within That connects to us all–the soul Going to hear what is for me And maybe what is for you No idea if what I feel and

Nov 6

We can’t and won’t quit

Layin’ in bed exhausted Tried to explain the loss of democracy Tonight on tv Clear to me My vote and yours not worth billions of dollars Plutocracy or oligarchy done cancelled us out We can’t and won’t quit, seen this

Oct 29

Reprieve

Shadows lengthen in mid-afternoon As leaves take their first steps from green to a rich other hue Air cooler now, sharper, even sweeter As this world here begins its change All of me cherishes this moment Not the sweat

Oct 24

The early dawn

The early dawn plays tricks on the eyes Like the coyote trickster of some Southwest Native People Images not clear, identities blurred Maybe that’s why travels into the soul can yield so much And the mind’s work can

Oct 13

Now the Tyrant’s Legion Rides

Now the tyrant’s Legion rides the land Ripping up voting rights in state after state Torching churches, temples, schools, unions any institution in their way The Emperor Kochs with their billions sit high watching the work they paid

Oct 3

Capitalism Destroys

They just announced that Bank of America will have to pay $16 billion For its role in destroying the world’s economy in 2007 Nowhere close to any number that would make up for The stolen homes, wrecked

Sep 26

Cleansing Rain

Another new poem, Cleansing Rain, that recently got published on Political Affairs. The rain woke me this morning The Southern sky opened, pouring Out all she had, thunder roaring Its own accompanying catharsis No tender rain this morning But a

Sep 12

On Unemployment

This poem was just published in the poetry journal Blue Collar Review. It is one of several attempts I’ve made to document in poetry the effects of the Great Recession. I wake when I do Three

Sep 3

Forge-like heat

In the daily intensity of forge-like heat The daily triage of meetings and buses and trains And yes I hate them, planes And the million what-ifs doubt Sometimes I think now in older years It is the delicious reset

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