#AmericanWriters
How can Humanity look the deer in the face? How can I,
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…
Word reaches us that you are sleeping, sleeping. Dismayed we have turned to the sea. We encounter among others
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...
Expect nothing. Live frugally On surprise. become a stranger To need of pity Or, if compassion be freely
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 the people have won a victory whether small or large do you ever wonder
Let other leaders Retire To play golf & write Memoirs
When they torture your mother plant a tree When they torture your father plant a tree When they torture your brother
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...
You confide in me that you are lonely,
Be nobody’s darling; Be an outcast. Take the contradictions Of your life And wrap around
I have a friend who is turning gray, not just her hair, and I do not know why this is so.
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
I said to Poetry:"I’m finished with you." Having to almost die before some wierd light comes creeping through
