#AmericanWriters
Going out to the garden this morning to plant seeds for my winter greens —the strong, fiery mustard
His posture From so many years Holding his robe with one hand Is odd. His gait
You confide in me that you are lonely,
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
She is the one who will notice that the first snapdragon of Spring is
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 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
My brothers knew The things you know. I did not scorn learning them; It’s just my mind
With your unknown to me Odd magic You came To me:
Word reaches us that you are sleeping, sleeping. Dismayed we have turned to the sea. We encounter among others
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...
Before I leave the stage I will sing the only song I was meant truly to sing. It is the song of I AM.
If I was President The first thing I would do is call Mumia Abu—Jamal. No, if I was president
Expect nothing. Live frugally On surprise. become a stranger To need of pity Or, if compassion be freely