Gethsemane Preacher on a Saturday Night by Greg Powell

Gethsemane Preacher on a Saturday Night

preacher strains, sweat dripping like Jesus’ garden blood. somebody help him with a shout praise or life lifted out hell. preacher no pimp. he love the folk, all their sadness gladness badness madness, his cross to bear in midnight hour when he prays, sweats out blood, face embedded in carpet and clasping hands, for their souls and his own. begs […]

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Black Love in Inner Space for Deborah Powell

Black Love in Inner Space

For My Forever I don’t take it for granted These moments earth Rotations minutes moments Years and sunrises like now In dim light of cold morning The rise of your sleeping breast Comfort me with blessings Of a new day a new sun Rise and anticipation of open Eyes greeting mine: good morning Baby, thankful for more of this Good […]

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