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 Sing of Mumia brilliant and strong and of the captivity that few black men escape

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

I will keep Broken things: The big clay Pot

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

As if I’ve swallowed A watermelon And Sidestepping My digestive tract