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Raymond Nat Turner , BAR poet-in-residence
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02 Jan 2019
one of those sweltering summer nights, City of Angels, run by devils… Cruising Imperial Highway heading westbound to the water when a newsflash interrupted
Raymond Nat Turner , BAR poet-in-residence
For Fancy Miss Nancy
19 Dec 2018
Guess who I saw today, black and white photo, Marching, Montgomery from Selma, ‘65?
Raymond Nat Turner , BAR poet-in-residence
Another Sentimental PSYOP
12 Dec 2018
Prelude: One Warlord croons, “Bomb, bomb, bomb—bomb, bomb Iran—“ another Warlord solemnly chants, in Spanish, “Yes, we can!”
Raymond Nat Turner , BAR poet-in-residence
Cranes and Tents
05 Dec 2018
Lording over the landscape like giant Insects sucking soul, blood, chocolate into multi-colored mushrooms Metastasizing citywide. Officers ordering vacant storefronts,
Raymond Nat Turner , BAR poet-in-residence
Two Sides to Every Question?
14 Nov 2018
Can a Mom and Pop store be too big to fail? Could a mafia don be businessman of the year? Can a hitman plead, “Just doin’ my job?”
Raymond Nat Turner , BAR poet-in-residence
Priest APP
17 Oct 2018
Father’s fuckin’ anything moving— he’s on a mission from God entering orifices he finds, ferreting out sinners, driving the Devil from his hiding places!
Raymond Nat Turner , BAR poet-in-residence
The Trickling Down of Jel- Low Puddin’ Man…
10 Oct 2018
Once upon a time wagons circled ‘round The Juice and bassackwards Thom-ass Clarence. Today, I see semi-circled wagons and hear tears in voices and
Raymond Nat Turner , BAR poet-in-residence
Hey Mister Tangerine Man
03 Oct 2018
They got Jel-Low Puddin’ Man— one less backwards Taliban treating women like beasts— Packs of predator priests next they’re comin’ for you—
Raymond Nat Turner , BAR poet-in-residence
Wilson Goode Way
26 Sep 2018
“You lit the fuse, I stand accused You were the first for me But you turned me out baby (you dropped a bomb on me) Baby, you dropped a bomb on me…”
Raymond Nat Turner , BAR poet-in-residence
Save The Overtime…
19 Sep 2018
“…hear me now, five, four, three, two, one…