#AmericanWriters
Look into her eyes and know: She does not think
Let other leaders Retire To play golf & write Memoirs
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
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
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…
Remember When we ended It all —for a weekend— & how
How can Humanity look the deer in the face? How can I,
Before I leave the stage I will sing the only song I was meant truly to sing. It is the song of I AM.
My brothers knew The things you know. I did not scorn learning them; It’s just my mind
As if I’ve swallowed A watermelon And Sidestepping My digestive tract
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...
When the people have won a victory whether small or large do you ever wonder
I said to Poetry:"I’m finished with you." Having to almost die before some wierd light comes creeping through