#AmericanWriters
Look into her eyes and know: She does not think
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.
The tree of life has fallen on my small house. I thought it was so much bigger! But it is not. There in the distance I see the m…
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
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’
When the people have won a victory whether small or large do you ever wonder
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…
She is the one who will notice that the first snapdragon of Spring is
With your unknown to me Odd magic You came To me:
My brothers knew The things you know. I did not scorn learning them; It’s just my mind
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
Be nobody’s darling; Be an outcast. Take the contradictions Of your life And wrap around