#AmericanWriters
With your unknown to me Odd magic You came To me:
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…
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
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...
I will keep Broken things: The big clay Pot
I said to Poetry:"I’m finished with you." Having to almost die before some wierd light comes creeping through
She is the one who will notice that the first snapdragon of Spring is
How can Humanity look the deer in the face? How can I,
I have a friend who is turning gray, not just her hair, and I do not know why this is so.
I Sing of Mumia brilliant and strong and of the captivity that few black men escape
Let other leaders Retire To play golf & write Memoirs
Knowing you might some day come and how unprepared I’ve always been like Mr. Sloppy in Charles Dickens’
His posture From so many years Holding his robe with one hand Is odd. His gait
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
