* La vaca, "the cow" in Spanish.
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I Sing of Mumia brilliant and strong and of the captivity that few black men escape
Going out to the garden this morning to plant seeds for my winter greens —the strong, fiery mustard
Expect nothing. Live frugally On surprise. become a stranger To need of pity Or, if compassion be freely
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...
How can Humanity look the deer in the face? How can I,
My desire is always the same; wherever Life deposits me: I want to stick my toe & soon my whole body
As if I’ve swallowed A watermelon And Sidestepping My digestive tract
She is the one who will notice that the first snapdragon of Spring is
When they torture your mother plant a tree When they torture your father plant a tree When they torture your brother
When you thought me poor, my poverty was shaming. When blackness was unwelcome we found it best that I stay home.
I have a friend who is turning gray, not just her hair, and I do not know why this is so.
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:
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...