#AmericanWriters
Look into her eyes and know: She does not think
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…
Be nobody’s darling; Be an outcast. Take the contradictions Of your life And wrap around
Going out to the garden this morning to plant seeds for my winter greens —the strong, fiery mustard
With your unknown to me Odd magic You came To me:
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
Knowing you might some day come and how unprepared I’ve always been like Mr. Sloppy in Charles Dickens’
The old men used to sing And lifted a brother Carefully Out the door I used to think they
How can Humanity look the deer in the face? How can I,
My desire is always the same; wherever Life deposits me: I want to stick my toe & soon my whole body
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 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 the people have won a victory whether small or large do you ever wonder
I said to Poetry:"I’m finished with you." Having to almost die before some wierd light comes creeping through