#AmericanWriters
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
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...
She is the one who will notice that the first snapdragon of Spring is
My brothers knew The things you know. I did not scorn learning them; It’s just my mind
Going out to the garden this morning to plant seeds for my winter greens —the strong, fiery mustard
When the people have won a victory whether small or large do you ever wonder
I have a friend who is turning gray, not just her hair, and I do not know why this is so.
I said to Poetry:"I’m finished with you." Having to almost die before some wierd light comes creeping through
You confide in me that you are lonely,
Let other leaders Retire To play golf & write Memoirs
Look into her eyes and know: She does not think
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…
His posture From so many years Holding his robe with one hand Is odd. His gait