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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…
How can Humanity look the deer in the face? How can I,
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
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...
Expect nothing. Live frugally On surprise. become a stranger To need of pity Or, if compassion be freely
Going out to the garden this morning to plant seeds for my winter greens —the strong, fiery mustard
She is the one who will notice that the first snapdragon of Spring is
When you thought me poor, my poverty was shaming. When blackness was unwelcome we found it best that I stay home.
My desire is always the same; wherever Life deposits me: I want to stick my toe & soon my whole body
When they torture your mother plant a tree When they torture your father plant a tree When they torture your brother
Look into her eyes and know: She does not think
Remember When we ended It all —for a weekend— & how
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...
I will keep Broken things: The big clay Pot
When the people have won a victory whether small or large do you ever wonder