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BAR Poet-in-Residence Raymond Nat Turner
My Mentors and me
13 Nov 2019
Standing out in the cold shivering, shoveling white bean soup in my mouth, A mentor appears, two assistants in tow. Mind butcher shop sharp with a
BAR Poet-in-Residence Raymond Nat Turner
case of climate catastrophe?
16 Oct 2019
frantic footprints are framed on white streets where the temperature suddenly dropped from 83 to 13
Raymond Nat Turner , BAR poet-in-residence
Regime Change Coming Home?
08 May 2019
Limbo! How low can we go— Barr is set so low in its swamp draining elephantine donkey dung; We straddle razor blades between reich/revolution:
Raymond Nat Turner , BAR poet-in-residence
for Ayat
17 Apr 2019
Hey Ayat, we were an odd couple, haunting the library for magical books, deciding how and where we wanted to work… Our symbiosis Your linguistic ticket to
Raymond Nat Turner , BAR poet-in-residence
…solidarity sounds like…
10 Apr 2019
I’m a Seoul Man, da-da-da—dat-da-da-da I’m a Seoul Man, da-da-da—dat-da-da-da I’m also a Pyongyang, Managua, Manilla, Teheran Man, too—As opposed to despot
Raymond Nat Turner , BAR poet-in-residence
Ms. Cortez Goes to Washington
04 Apr 2019
“Never be deceived that the rich will allow you to vote away their wealth.”—Lucy Parsons
Raymond Nat Turner , BAR poet-in-residence
not a great true believer....
27 Mar 2019
I’m Caffie’s son—raised to resist, taught to question… Erring on the side of thinking for Myself
Raymond Nat Turner , BAR poet-in-residence
toe tag trio: coup combo
20 Mar 2019
A right wing hawk flies humanitarian aid in…Then sits, hen-like,’til it hatches Bombs… and packs of hungry dogs ripping rotting
Raymond Nat Turner , BAR poet-in-residence
this year's coup
14 Mar 2019
Who knew him five days ago? Today, he’s Play Dough— President— in handlers oily hands… Brazen 1% switcheroo, another king nobody knew—
Raymond Nat Turner , BAR poet-in-residence
My Wise Country Cousin on de Dems dissin’ Kids
06 Mar 2019
Did you see de Kids questin Madum Di-Fi— catchin’ her befo’ she cud spin de big lie…? Lawd, de ‘tude an’ disdain she cudn’t cunseel