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Raymond Nat Turner , BAR poet-in-residence
Piece Process
23 May 2018
Breathe, Relax, Aim, Sight, Squeeze it’s a joy-stick; a video game to him He has orders to “light up” anything that moves; “Mow the grass, one blade at a time…” “One shot,
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
Raymond Nat Turner , BAR poet-in-residence
Rouge State
28 Mar 2018
Nuclear bully’s roaring for war Thru the mouth of its dinosaur— At war ever since its bloody birth Now, threatening the entire earth!
Raymond Nat Turner , BAR poet-in-residence
Last Days of Pompeo…or of ‘Identity’ Politics?
21 Mar 2018
His lips gurgled watery words, his nostrils were an aching incinerator… Still, she taunted and tormented him about his acting; after she’d ordered him
Raymond Nat Turner , BAR poet-in-residence
Waking Up With Wackenhut?
14 Mar 2018
There are lands of bluebirds and fountains— where everyone in their minds is forever free… Turning away, shuttering high-beams: Erehwon, Shangra-La,
Raymond Nat Turner , BAR poet-in-residence
My Wise Country Cousin On de Blak Boozewahzee
08 Mar 2018
Dey cum buck dancin’, ‘bout ebry 2 ta 4 years, Afta dat, is dey ‘bout scarce as Lepercon ears? Is dese spooks ‘bout korrup as de day is long—