Stewart Acuff

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 21
The Holiest of Days

The Holiest of Days

This Easter morning For some of us the Holiest of Days My heart filled with joy and gratitude, but My soul wails its fierce fear and undeniable desire To realize with all and for all The promises of our

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

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

Feb 7

Winter brings…

Winter brings her harshest side this year We live in zero degrees A cold that will not be blocked or beaten Today it snows and I watch Super snowflakes big as July raindrops In West Tennessee But this ain’t rain

Jan 22

Dr. King

Born to lead from a family of leaders He took the steepest road Up the highest mountain of injustice He walked with and at the front of And in the shoes of the least of these He validated and

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