#AmericanWriters
She is the one who will notice that the first snapdragon of Spring is
I will keep Broken things: The big clay Pot
The old men used to sing And lifted a brother Carefully Out the door I used to think they
When you thought me poor, my poverty was shaming. When blackness was unwelcome we found it best that I stay home.
Going out to the garden this morning to plant seeds for my winter greens —the strong, fiery mustard
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...
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…
Expect nothing. Live frugally On surprise. become a stranger To need of pity Or, if compassion be freely
If I was President The first thing I would do is call Mumia Abu—Jamal. No, if I was president
My desire is always the same; wherever Life deposits me: I want to stick my toe & soon my whole body
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
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
Knowing you might some day come and how unprepared I’ve always been like Mr. Sloppy in Charles Dickens’
Word reaches us that you are sleeping, sleeping. Dismayed we have turned to the sea. We encounter among others