#AmericanWriters
My brothers knew The things you know. I did not scorn learning them; It’s just my mind
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…
With your unknown to me Odd magic You came To me:
Word reaches us that you are sleeping, sleeping. Dismayed we have turned to the sea. We encounter among others
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…
Knowing you might some day come and how unprepared I’ve always been like Mr. Sloppy in Charles Dickens’
When you thought me poor, my poverty was shaming. When blackness was unwelcome we found it best that I stay home.
Expect nothing. Live frugally On surprise. become a stranger To need of pity Or, if compassion be freely
She is the one who will notice that the first snapdragon of Spring is
Remember When we ended It all —for a weekend— & how
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
My desire is always the same; wherever Life deposits me: I want to stick my toe & soon my whole body
Be nobody’s darling; Be an outcast. Take the contradictions Of your life And wrap around
Before I leave the stage I will sing the only song I was meant truly to sing. It is the song of I AM.
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