Poetry

Autumn

Crisply, bracken snaps under boot. The leaves are wet reds And terracotta drips onto brown. Sweet air burns While lakes resolve quietly becoming glass. Somewhere A Ferris wheel turns and the young make love In the tall grass where birds sleep. The warmth is man-made. Slowed are the captives of time; Declining tenderly. The world turns an attic of unremarkable things Unwilling to fade or to...

AutumnCebo Campbell

As Long As We Are Humans

Save me and I will save you. Else they break us in two. Forward, now, with the wolves behind us — By and by, I see dreams deferred but unforgotten; festering yet in places Where city cars breath louder than the earth And blue lights paint the edges of everything, Where the sun burns bright enough To dry a raisin. What I know...

As Long As We Are HumansCebo Campbell

Summer Children

It’s not enough that oranges hang in the trees. Or that catfish whiskers uncurl in clear rivers. The hours sag and withdraw like bodies in hammocks. So little time. They suck from water hoses, the summer children, and skin pears with buck teeth. Flowers run wild enough to lose their names. But it’s not enough. Tobacco dries...

Summer ChildrenCebo Campbell

The Road

The world is not round, man, not at all. It goes on, from mountains to canyons, undulating like a frequency—the rhythm of grand living. You can feel it. Smell it. A lesson learned where the white pines stand back to make way for grass uncivil and flowers with colors but no names. You’ve seen it....

The RoadCebo Campbell

Lesson

A storm sagged the June sky until it purpled. Wind moved the grass. A field that stretched on until the earth curved and disappeared. They sat on the porch together, one rocking and one still. "What is it feel like? To be dead, I mean?" "It ain’t like nothing." "Does it hurt?" "No. Burns though, like a muscle's been used too...

LessonCebo Campbell

Youth

Look at all those dandelions Stretching, leaning towards the sun. Their fragile spores, fearless against the changing winds, All so they might shine Before the sun sets.

YouthCebo Campbell

82 words on her

She removes her jewelry one item at a time. Rings first; fingers liberated of gleaming bonds surrendered on a nightstand. Her wedding ring flashes under lamplight. Next is her necklace, which slides down the shadows of her chest As she unclasps. Bracelets take time, as she must undo her right wrist with off hand. Last are the earrings and the...

82 words on herCebo Campbell

Haiku

Sincerely, it is a delight to finally come to one's senses

HaikuCebo Campbell

When We Could Fly: A Poem About Staying Young

I heard her say, “The risk of youth is recklessness And the reward of recklessness Is revolution”. When she kissed me, I tasted Cherry lipstick and cigarette filters. She, the girl who spoke nonchalance and flicked out words: Verisimilitude, subversion of dominant paradigms, recalcitrance, And love. We were 17. She listened to the dangerous music captive in jukebox prisons where with old men drank whisky And made...

When We Could Fly: A Poem About Staying YoungCebo Campbell

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I am often asked what I do for a living; the simple answer is, I make stuff. I make stuff with my bare hands, with code, with colors, with words. I aid in making the people around me realize their optimum selves. I make my mother proud. I try to make my kids happy and encourage them to contribute more than they consume. I make sure self comes first. I make money. I make my own luck. I make a pretty solid french toast. And I do all that I can everyday to make the world better than it was yesterday.

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About

I am often asked what I do for a living; the simple answer is, I make stuff. I make stuff with my bare hands, with code, with colors, with words. I aid in making the people around me realize their optimum selves. I make my mother proud. I try to make my kids happy and encourage them to contribute more than they consume. I make sure self comes first. I make money. I make my own luck. I make a pretty solid french toast. And I do all that I can everyday to make the world better than it was yesterday.

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