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My desire is always the same; wherever Life deposits me: I want to stick my toe & soon my whole body
She is the one who will notice that the first snapdragon of Spring is
When the people have won a victory whether small or large do you ever wonder
His posture From so many years Holding his robe with one hand Is odd. His gait
I have a friend who is turning gray, not just her hair, and I do not know why this is so.
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...
Before I leave the stage I will sing the only song I was meant truly to sing. It is the song of I AM.
Look into her eyes and know: She does not think
Knowing you might some day come and how unprepared I’ve always been like Mr. Sloppy in Charles Dickens’
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...
Remember When we ended It all —for a weekend— & how
I said to Poetry:"I’m finished with you." Having to almost die before some wierd light comes creeping through
Going out to the garden this morning to plant seeds for my winter greens —the strong, fiery mustard
Be nobody’s darling; Be an outcast. Take the contradictions Of your life And wrap around
You confide in me that you are lonely,