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Raymond Nat Turner , BAR poet-in-residence
Deliver us from lesser evil…
04 Sep 2018
Star-struck, in childlike awe of celestial Voices, silver tongues; I spent seven hours glued to the screen— back in the Baptist Church,
Raymond Nat Turner , BAR poet-in-residence
War Criminal Straw Spun to Fools Gold Hero
29 Aug 2018
Looking up at stars and stripes
Raymond Nat Turner , BAR poet-in-residence
Doing The Math?
16 Aug 2018
Knitting my brow, I’m wondering whether we have a word Problem— numerical, mathematical, logical, or political Problem?
Raymond Nat Turner , BAR poet-in-residence
All Lives Matter?
12 Jul 2018
"Any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in Mankind; And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee." - John Donne
Raymond Nat Turner , BAR poet-in-residence
Doing Good Work
03 Jul 2018
Bet you wonderin’ how I knew, What’s fake and what’s true? I heard it through the grapevine— Or, maybe I read it online? I heard from an avid reader—
Raymond Nat Turner , BAR poet-in-residence
Blues For Boss Tweet (and $cammany Haul)
02 May 2018
Called it ‘Stormy Sunday—’ Monday was more Mad Called it ‘Stormy Sunday—’ Monday was more Mad Mass murder worldwide— Caracas to Baghdad…
Raymond Nat Turner , BAR poet-in-residence
How Long?
25 Apr 2018
How long? Too long… How long? Too long… How long? Too long… How long? Too long… have massacres become ‘clashes’ on tongues of
Raymond Nat Turner , BAR poet-in-residence
For Sistar Kiilu Nyasha: Freedom Is A Constant Struggle…
19 Apr 2018
Never thought I’d see the day that I’d pray for: Fake News; Never thought I’d see the day that I’d pray for: Alternative Facts from Boss Tweet— pray that
Raymond Nat Turner , BAR poet-in-residence
Boss Tweet: Latest Poster Boy for the Warfare State’s Pyramid Scheme
11 Apr 2018
Ocher shadow bearing sculls and crossbones, ruby river draining from pyramid’s base an endless death rattle of bombs and drones Threatening to drown the whole human race
Raymond Nat Turner , BAR poet-in-residence
Gunmen
04 Apr 2018
Hm, March 18th my Mothers birthday I heard lead bees stung the young mans Back, severed vertebrae, collapsed his lung, left his arm bits of boneon a ruby red river