#AmericanWriters
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…
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 will keep Broken things: The big clay Pot
Be nobody’s darling; Be an outcast. Take the contradictions Of your life And wrap around
Let other leaders Retire To play golf & write Memoirs
If I was President The first thing I would do is call Mumia Abu—Jamal. No, if I was president
I have a friend who is turning gray, not just her hair, and I do not know why this is so.
My brothers knew The things you know. I did not scorn learning them; It’s just my mind
Remember When we ended It all —for a weekend— & how
His posture From so many years Holding his robe with one hand Is odd. His gait
Before I leave the stage I will sing the only song I was meant truly to sing. It is the song of I AM.
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…
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...