* La vaca, "the cow" in Spanish.
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I have a friend who is turning gray, not just her hair, and I do not know why this is so.
His posture From so many years Holding his robe with one hand Is odd. His gait
As if I’ve swallowed A watermelon And Sidestepping My digestive tract
Word reaches us that you are sleeping, sleeping. Dismayed we have turned to the sea. We encounter among others
With your unknown to me Odd magic You came To me:
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…
The old men used to sing And lifted a brother Carefully Out the door I used to think they
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…
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…
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 Sing of Mumia brilliant and strong and of the captivity that few black men escape
Let other leaders Retire To play golf & write Memoirs
My desire is always the same; wherever Life deposits me: I want to stick my toe & soon my whole body
Remember When we ended It all —for a weekend— & how
Expect nothing. Live frugally On surprise. become a stranger To need of pity Or, if compassion be freely