#AmericanWriters
My desire is always the same; wherever Life deposits me: I want to stick my toe & soon my whole body
Before I leave the stage I will sing the only song I was meant truly to sing. It is the song of I AM.
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…
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...
If I was President The first thing I would do is call Mumia Abu—Jamal. No, if I was president
You confide in me that you are lonely,
She is the one who will notice that the first snapdragon of Spring is
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...
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
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
His posture From so many years Holding his robe with one hand Is odd. His gait
Knowing you might some day come and how unprepared I’ve always been like Mr. Sloppy in Charles Dickens’
Remember When we ended It all —for a weekend— & how
I have a friend who is turning gray, not just her hair, and I do not know why this is so.
How can Humanity look the deer in the face? How can I,