#AmericanWriters
Look into her eyes and know: She does not think
Knowing you might some day come and how unprepared I’ve always been like Mr. Sloppy in Charles Dickens’
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
Let other leaders Retire To play golf & write Memoirs
The old men used to sing And lifted a brother Carefully Out the door I used to think they
My desire is always the same; wherever Life deposits me: I want to stick my toe & soon my whole body
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...
How can Humanity look the deer in the face? How can I,
Word reaches us that you are sleeping, sleeping. Dismayed we have turned to the sea. We encounter among others
When you thought me poor, my poverty was shaming. When blackness was unwelcome we found it best that I stay home.
I will keep Broken things: The big clay Pot
I have a friend who is turning gray, not just her hair, and I do not know why this is so.
She is the one who will notice that the first snapdragon of Spring is
Remember When we ended It all —for a weekend— & how
With your unknown to me Odd magic You came To me: