#AmericanWriters
Word reaches us that you are sleeping, sleeping. Dismayed we have turned to the sea. We encounter among others
How can Humanity look the deer in the face? How can 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.
She is the one who will notice that the first snapdragon of Spring is
Knowing you might some day come and how unprepared I’ve always been like Mr. Sloppy in Charles Dickens’
When the people have won a victory whether small or large do you ever wonder
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…
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…
Let other leaders Retire To play golf & write Memoirs
I said to Poetry:"I’m finished with you." Having to almost die before some wierd light comes creeping through
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
When they torture your mother plant a tree When they torture your father plant a tree When they torture your brother
My desire is always the same; wherever Life deposits me: I want to stick my toe & soon my whole body
I have a friend who is turning gray, not just her hair, and I do not know why this is so.
If I was President The first thing I would do is call Mumia Abu—Jamal. No, if I was president