* La vaca, "the cow" in Spanish.
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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...
She is the one who will notice that the first snapdragon of Spring is
I said to Poetry:"I’m finished with you." Having to almost die before some wierd light comes creeping through
His posture From so many years Holding his robe with one hand Is odd. His gait
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
You confide in me that you are lonely,
Before I leave the stage I will sing the only song I was meant truly to sing. It is the song of I AM.
Going out to the garden this morning to plant seeds for my winter greens —the strong, fiery mustard
I Sing of Mumia brilliant and strong and of the captivity that few black men escape
If I was President The first thing I would do is call Mumia Abu—Jamal. No, if I was president
When they torture your mother plant a tree When they torture your father plant a tree When they torture your brother
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…
Word reaches us that you are sleeping, sleeping. Dismayed we have turned to the sea. We encounter among others
The old men used to sing And lifted a brother Carefully Out the door I used to think they
As if I’ve swallowed A watermelon And Sidestepping My digestive tract