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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…
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
Expect nothing. Live frugally On surprise. become a stranger To need of pity Or, if compassion be freely
As if I’ve swallowed A watermelon And Sidestepping My digestive tract
His posture From so many years Holding his robe with one hand Is odd. His gait
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...
My brothers knew The things you know. I did not scorn learning them; It’s just my mind
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…
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
She is the one who will notice that the first snapdragon of Spring is
You confide in me that you are lonely,
I said to Poetry:"I’m finished with you." Having to almost die before some wierd light comes creeping through
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,