#AmericanWriters
The old men used to sing And lifted a brother Carefully Out the door I used to think they
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
When you thought me poor, my poverty was shaming. When blackness was unwelcome we found it best that I stay home.
When the people have won a victory whether small or large do you ever wonder
Let other leaders Retire To play golf & write Memoirs
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
As if I’ve swallowed A watermelon And Sidestepping My digestive tract
With your unknown to me Odd magic You came To me:
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…
Word reaches us that you are sleeping, sleeping. Dismayed we have turned to the sea. We encounter among others
She is the one who will notice that the first snapdragon of Spring is
When they torture your mother plant a tree When they torture your father plant a tree When they torture your brother
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...
I said to Poetry:"I’m finished with you." Having to almost die before some wierd light comes creeping through
How can Humanity look the deer in the face? How can I,