* La vaca, "the cow" in Spanish.
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Going out to the garden this morning to plant seeds for my winter greens —the strong, fiery mustard
Word reaches us that you are sleeping, sleeping. Dismayed we have turned to the sea. We encounter among others
His posture From so many years Holding his robe with one hand Is odd. His gait
When you thought me poor, my poverty was shaming. When blackness was unwelcome we found it best that I stay home.
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
Knowing you might some day come and how unprepared I’ve always been like Mr. Sloppy in Charles Dickens’
My desire is always the same; wherever Life deposits me: I want to stick my toe & soon my whole body
When the people have won a victory whether small or large do you ever wonder
As if I’ve swallowed A watermelon And Sidestepping My digestive tract
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...
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…
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…
With your unknown to me Odd magic You came To me:
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...