#AmericanWriters
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…
Look into her eyes and know: She does not think
I said to Poetry:"I’m finished with you." Having to almost die before some wierd light comes creeping through
Remember When we ended It all —for a weekend— & how
The tree of life has fallen on my small house. I thought it was so much bigger! But it is not. There in the distance I see the m…
I have a friend who is turning gray, not just her hair, and I do not know why this is so.
Let other leaders Retire To play golf & write Memoirs
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
I Sing of Mumia brilliant and strong and of the captivity that few black men escape
My desire is always the same; wherever Life deposits me: I want to stick my toe & soon my whole body
Going out to the garden this morning to plant seeds for my winter greens —the strong, fiery mustard
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
When you thought me poor, my poverty was shaming. When blackness was unwelcome we found it best that I stay home.
His posture From so many years Holding his robe with one hand Is odd. His gait
Knowing you might some day come and how unprepared I’ve always been like Mr. Sloppy in Charles Dickens’