Raymond Nat Turner

Raymond Nat Turner , BAR poet-in-residence
chief
02 Jan 2019
one of those sweltering summer nights, City of Angels, run by devils…
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
Raymond Nat Turner , BAR poet-in-residence
Another Sentimental PSYOP
12 Dec 2018
Prelude: One Warlord croons, “Bomb, bomb, bomb—bomb, bomb Iran—“
Raymond Nat Turner , BAR poet-in-residence
Cranes and Tents
05 Dec 2018
Lording over the landscape like giant Insects sucking soul, blood, chocolate
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?
Raymond Nat Turner , BAR poet-in-residence
Priest APP
17 Oct 2018
Father’s fuckin’ anything moving— he’s on a mission from God
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
Raymond Nat Turner , BAR poet-in-residence
Hey Mister Tangerine Man
03 Oct 2018
They got Jel-Low Puddin’ Man— one less backwards Taliban
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
Raymond Nat Turner , BAR poet-in-residence
Save The Overtime…
19 Sep 2018
“…hear me now, five, four, three, two, one…