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

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...

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…

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...

She is the one who will notice that the first snapdragon of Spring is

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

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

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…

Look into her eyes and know: She does not think

Going out to the garden this morning to plant seeds for my winter greens —the strong, fiery mustard