#AmericanWriters
Expect nothing. Live frugally On surprise. become a stranger To need of pity Or, if compassion be freely
Remember When we ended It all —for a weekend— & how
As if I’ve swallowed A watermelon And Sidestepping My digestive tract
When the people have won a victory whether small or large do you ever wonder
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 they torture your mother plant a tree When they torture your father plant a tree When they torture your brother
His posture From so many years Holding his robe with one hand Is odd. His gait
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...
Knowing you might some day come and how unprepared I’ve always been like Mr. Sloppy in Charles Dickens’
If I was President The first thing I would do is call Mumia Abu—Jamal. No, if I was president
I said to Poetry:"I’m finished with you." Having to almost die before some wierd light comes creeping through
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
I will keep Broken things: The big clay Pot
Word reaches us that you are sleeping, sleeping. Dismayed we have turned to the sea. We encounter among others
How can Humanity look the deer in the face? How can I,