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If my sorrow were deeper I’d be, along with you, under the ocean’s floor; but today I learn that the oil that pools beneath the ocean floor
Word reaches us that you are sleeping, sleeping. Dismayed we have turned to the sea. We encounter among others
As if I’ve swallowed A watermelon And Sidestepping My digestive tract
When the people have won a victory whether small or large do you ever wonder
The old men used to sing And lifted a brother Carefully Out the door I used to think they
Expect nothing. Live frugally On surprise. become a stranger To need of pity Or, if compassion be freely
I have a friend who is turning gray, not just her hair, and I do not know why this is so.
in our lifetime. Which makes the idea of elections Notice how this word has “man” right in the middle of it? That’s one reason I like it. He is right there, front and center. But he i...
To change the world enough you must cease to be afraid of the poor. We experience your fear as the lea… humiliations; in the past
His posture From so many years Holding his robe with one hand Is odd. His gait
When they torture your mother plant a tree When they torture your father plant a tree When they torture your brother
I Sing of Mumia brilliant and strong and of the captivity that few black men escape
With your unknown to me Odd magic You came To me:
Reminding us, as they witnessed our curiosity about them, that no matter the losses, there’s something fabulous going on at every stage of Life, something to let go of, maybe, but for d...
She is the one who will notice that the first snapdragon of Spring is