Ready to Rumble, commentary by Greg Powell

Are You Ready to Rumble?

I don’t think Democrats can box. They follow the Queensbury rules, have good conventional form and style. But when the boxing intensifies into a fight, and things get down and dirty, the focus is trained more towards appealing to norms of boxing than punching their way off the ropes. Like “Iron Mike” said: “Everybody has a plan until they get […]

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Rushing Rio Grande by Greg Powell

Rushing Rio Grande

Dad to diaper- Daughter death Hug drowned in America. The decline From Hell pit to Shit hole. What Was that last hug Like Rushing Rio Grande? Was it The final bye like Terminal expiration In hospital without The pause to grieve. Or was there time: Grinding slowly, tears And river, screams stifled Burbling speech silenced Muted by lungs filling. Like […]

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Storm a poem by Greg Powell

Storm

The storm is coming The storm is here No time for trifling No time for fear The mystic revelation The mystic demonstration Is love Love live love The imps are winning The imps are bold Never satisfied With what they stole The mystic revelation The mystic demonstration Is love Love life love What you reap You got to sow The […]

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Unchained Generation to New Faith Youth by Greg Powell

Unchained Generation

There is no condemnation. Only new creation Celebration of the unchained generation Word of God incantations Freedom fighter protestations Sword of truth to wicked administrations Natural hair domes like flaming crowns Mind power stomp the devil down Pursue your purpose like the Caleb hound You can be the greatest pound for pound Jesus freed you so you freed indeed To […]

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Post Obama Traumatic Stress Syndrome by Greg Powell

Post Obama Traumatic Stress – P.O.T.S. Therapy, Part 2

Post Obama Traumatic Stress in rear view:  “Folks didn’t think about … white supremacy any more than a fish thinks about the wetness of water. But when you step out of a system that people have told you is the only way, and then you look around and there are these people in the world working under a different set of […]

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P.O.T.S. A Satirical Perspective by Greg Powell

P.O.T.S.: The Diagnosis, Part 1

P.O.T.S.: The Diagnosis, Part 1 These are perplexing times in the USA. Especially for people of color, thinking women, immigrants seeking legal asylum, and decent human beings. A man who embodies practically everything we teach our children to be wrong, sinful, and stupid…actions and verbiage that would definitely lead my wife to impeach my child and sentence him to time […]

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Tiger and the Old Man, a Perspective from Greg Powell, Photo by City News/TV24

Tiger and The Old Man

Tiger and the Old Man It’s first Sunday late night in the church basement. Congregation members have long gone home. The Old Man is holding court with a group of neighborhood church pastors and ministers. He lives at the church. He offers this space and time for highly stressed ministers to unburden and unwind. Books and ancient manuscripts of every […]

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Emmett Till Re-Murder: A modest proposal by Greg Powell

Modest Proposal Regarding the Attempted Re-Murder of Emmett Till

Modest Proposal Regarding the Attempted Re-Murder of Emmett Till “They murdered that boy, and to hide their dastardly act, they tied barbed wire to his neck and to a heavy gin fan and dumped him into the river for the turtles and the fish.” Prosecutor Gerald Chatham That boy is still dead.  News at 10. I’m neither a doctor, scientist […]

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Perspective from Greg Powell, Shut It Down for Being Hueman

Shut It Down

Shut It Down Old school jams are pulsing from barbershop speakers. The television screen is silently playing an old Will Smith shoot-em-up. Bad Boys I think. The buzz and percussion of electric and manual clippers blend with music and man chatter: a sound that takes me back all the way to childhood with my dad, rest in peace. Now I’m […]

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Tall As Trees a Poem by Greg Powell for Being Hueman

Tall As Trees

Tall as Trees (against state sponsored abuse of any Hueman’s child) Under soft yellow lights Clothes racks, tags hanging Like strange fruit, towered over Little me. I couldn’t see Over them to find daddy Who was taller than trees. Stay right there he told me But, I wandered, into a strange land A hostile place, clothes rack Monsters Closing in […]

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