#AmericanWriters
I have a friend who is turning gray, not just her hair, and I do not know why this is so.
Look into her eyes and know: She does not think
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
Did you ever understand this? If my spirit was poor, how could… Was I depressed? Understanding editing, I see how a comma, removed or inse…
She is the one who will notice that the first snapdragon of Spring is
Going out to the garden this morning to plant seeds for my winter greens —the strong, fiery mustard
How can Humanity look the deer in the face? How can I,
When you thought me poor, my poverty was shaming. When blackness was unwelcome we found it best that I stay home.
I will keep Broken things: The big clay Pot
When they torture your mother plant a tree When they torture your father plant a tree When they torture your brother
Word reaches us that you are sleeping, sleeping. Dismayed we have turned to the sea. We encounter among others
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
Knowing you might some day come and how unprepared I’ve always been like Mr. Sloppy in Charles Dickens’
When you see water in a stream you say: oh, this is stream water; When you see water in the river you say: oh, this is water
Don’t be like those who ask for ev… praise, a blurb, a free ride in my… limousine. They ask for everything… anything in return. Be like those who can see that my…