#AmericanWriters
Look into her eyes and know: She does not think
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
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...
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
When you thought me poor, my poverty was shaming. When blackness was unwelcome we found it best that I stay home.
Word reaches us that you are sleeping, sleeping. Dismayed we have turned to the sea. We encounter among others
I have a friend who is turning gray, not just her hair, and I do not know why this is so.
My desire is always the same; wherever Life deposits me: I want to stick my toe & soon my whole body
I said to Poetry:"I’m finished with you." Having to almost die before some wierd light comes creeping through
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...
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
I will keep Broken things: The big clay Pot
If I was President The first thing I would do is call Mumia Abu—Jamal. No, if I was president