#sam cornish

Northern black boy traveling with empty belly; these are the American blues, shanties, and fine big houses, a sad song on a poor man’s tongue land of cotton and trouble night sweet as dusk on its gentle people until today, when Scottsboro was just a place where the train had to stop and the Southern night was beautiful I traveled hungry from Memphis to Georgia drinking my whiskey and singing my blues

Today in Pop culture Notebook, I ask a question …

a black bird was lost inside the house

by Sam Cornish #1 we sit outside the bars   the dime stores everything is closed today we are mourning our hands filled with bricks a brother is dead my eyes are white and cold waters is in my hands this is grief #2 after the water the broken bread we return to our separate places in our heads bodies collapse and grow again the city boils black men jump out of trees