#AmericanWriters
Word reaches us that you are sleeping, sleeping. Dismayed we have turned to the sea. We encounter among others
My desire is always the same; wherever Life deposits me: I want to stick my toe & soon my whole body
Look into her eyes and know: She does not think
I have a friend who is turning gray, not just her hair, and I do not know why this is so.
The old men used to sing And lifted a brother Carefully Out the door I used to think they
I will keep Broken things: The big clay Pot
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...
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…
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...
As if I’ve swallowed A watermelon And Sidestepping My digestive tract
Expect nothing. Live frugally On surprise. become a stranger To need of pity Or, if compassion be freely
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…
Be nobody’s darling; Be an outcast. Take the contradictions Of your life And wrap around
When you thought me poor, my poverty was shaming. When blackness was unwelcome we found it best that I stay home.
If I was President The first thing I would do is call Mumia Abu—Jamal. No, if I was president