Justin Black

Joined February 2021

26 stories

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I write mostly poetry, and I enjoy accidental and intentional rhyme.

All photographs are my own. Get my poetry book below! 🙌 ⤵️

For The Love of Birds: A Collection Plate of Poetry and Pictures for Adultish Persons

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Gran's Grilled Cheese
just about all i'd eat until the age of 9 was my Gran's grilled cheeses i'd stand beside her at the stove and she'd teach me how to make mine
By Justin Black2 years ago in Poets
Sunday Edition
Straining Container Sometimes I daydream And it’s morning And it just occurred to me to Write it all down, Specifically in paragraph
By Justin Black4 years ago in Poets
My Family's Oldest Child
My Family's Oldest Child I am not my mother Yet the spirit translates we are darkened thoughts at times Afraid, impending doom
By Justin Black4 years ago in Poets
Melancholy Moon
Moon Day. Monday is my blue day Sage smoke and Hopeful Rain and Moving As a Racing River Easy as a stiff lower back Bowing over bended knee
By Justin Black4 years ago in Poets
Cocaine & Code Names
I feel like 90s again All tanned skin and a strawberry vest Made of blue jeans Uncertainty is my cleverest trip The one wrought with signs
By Justin Black4 years ago in Poets
XIII
XIII. Today I look like a supermodel They say, I don’t know what I’m doing here Posing with no camera, just shooting For tips to pay my taxes
By Justin Black4 years ago in Poets
I Keep My Mind Busy
XXXIII. I keep my mind busy With all these fucking words Stories manufactured In my head and put onto paper And I read them, I’m always
By Justin Black5 years ago in Poets
A Poem To Every Lover
I’ve written a poem to every lover Each sweet one night stand that lit my flame I am a grown woman fucking, and begging For everyone to make love
By Justin Black5 years ago in Poets
The Fall & The Summer
I. I will be here Tending to the weeds And always looking towards the ivy For black smoke and autumn musk I’ll seek you by the fireside, when the
By Justin Black5 years ago in Poets
Finding Home
There’s a small town in Georgia, where the fields are wide and the pine trees grow tall. Everywhere there, is somewhere I’ve been running from. Still, all of my paths lead back.
By Justin Black5 years ago in Families
Prayer to Hecate
I call upon you now As I know that I must go Beneath this new moon rising Come to me, grand mother of my soul With your black flame burning
By Justin Black5 years ago in Poets
Vent Level 5
Thank god for poetry For words un governed You cannot censor my fingertips There are no syllables In need of being replaced
By Justin Black5 years ago in Poets