#AmericanWriters
With your unknown to me Odd magic You came To me:
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…
My brothers knew The things you know. I did not scorn learning them; It’s just my mind
When they torture your mother plant a tree When they torture your father plant a tree When they torture your brother
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
Going out to the garden this morning to plant seeds for my winter greens —the strong, fiery mustard
My desire is always the same; wherever Life deposits me: I want to stick my toe & soon my whole body
The old men used to sing And lifted a brother Carefully Out the door I used to think they
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…
Before I leave the stage I will sing the only song I was meant truly to sing. It is the song of I AM.
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...
As if I’ve swallowed A watermelon And Sidestepping My digestive tract
If I was President The first thing I would do is call Mumia Abu—Jamal. No, if I was president
You confide in me that you are lonely,