* La vaca, "the cow" in Spanish.
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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...
You confide in me that you are lonely,
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
I will keep Broken things: The big clay Pot
Word reaches us that you are sleeping, sleeping. Dismayed we have turned to the sea. We encounter among others
When the people have won a victory whether small or large do you ever wonder
Going out to the garden this morning to plant seeds for my winter greens —the strong, fiery mustard
When they torture your mother plant a tree When they torture your father plant a tree When they torture your brother
His posture From so many years Holding his robe with one hand Is odd. His gait
I have a friend who is turning gray, not just her hair, and I do not know why this is so.
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
Let other leaders Retire To play golf & write Memoirs
I Sing of Mumia brilliant and strong and of the captivity that few black men escape