For Mike Brown, Boycott Black Friday–Part 2

A Poem by Michael Wymbs

–because people of color are invisible to the powers that be, let’s boycott Black Friday. Even though our skin color is different, we need to let the power structure know we still understand the value and power of the color green.

How does police brutality impact on the dead?

Notice: the police officer never touches his face.

The lesson we must teach those who cannot learn:
this is a gun. this is not a gun.
this is a bag of peanuts. this is not a bag of peanuts.
The lack of capitalization in the above four sentences is not what this lesson is about.

Why: Mike Brown, Eric Garner, John Crawford, Ezell Ford,
Dante Parker, Andrew Scott Gaynier, Dillon Taylor, Omar Abrego,
Diana Showman, Michelle Cusseaux, Joshua Paul, Maria Godinez,
Joseph Jennings, Tamir Rice, Trayvon Benjamin Martin, Wendall Allen

From an email I received: the subject line—
“I’m so hurt. What the f—is this about”

For Mike Brown, Boycott Black Friday

A Poem by Deborah Wymbs

Because of Mike Brown, Boycott Black Friday.
Because black men are invisible, boycott Black Friday.
Because black men are dispensable, boycott Black Friday.
Because black men need to be heard, boycott Black Friday.
Because racism needs to stop, because ignorance has to end,
Because the police need to know their job, and do it right,
Because the police need to understand who they are
Before they become police. Because we no longer
Can put up with bullies with guns. Because we are no longer safe.
Because black men no longer want to be under attack
Because America is not fair, because America is not color blind.
Because black America is not at war with white America.
Because of Mike Brown, Eric Garner, John Crawford, Ezell Ford,
Dante Parker, Andrew Scott Gaynier, Dillon Taylor, Omar Abrego,
Diana Showman, Michelle Cusseaux, Joshua Paul, Maria Godinez,
Joseph Jennings, Tamir Rice, Trayvon Benjamin Martin—
Because they were black, they were murdered.
Because of Mike Brown, boycott Black Friday.

Because life

A Poem by A J Huffman

is monotonous and draining,
I am borrowing a cup of dreams
to give my nights wings. A dash
of possibilities rushes through my veins,
acts as instant sedative. Two shakes of wishes
waiting to be granted, and I am motivated
to sound, begin snoring, verberating zzz’s.
Drop in a fantasy moment of happily ever after,
and I just might be able to sleep, peacefully,
until dawn.

HUSH… In Memory of Wilma Piper… July 2008

A Poem by Stefanie Bennett

She died, and the micaceous almost summer winds
Dizzily scudded across Arizona
Via the Pacific Crest
Piercing Sacramento’s side.
Neither dust
Nor blind intervention
Rattled that topaz blue.

She left, with a casket of leaves embellishing
The motorcade, her wish
Homely attuned
As it lassoed the sweet aroma
Of ponderosa
And a spotted owl’s
Digital refrain.

This, the forest’s logbook accentuates
In incised resin
The colour of rain, while
‘Days of our lives’
Winged on cable, and
CNN’s disfigurement
Abetted
The able.