* La vaca, "the cow" in Spanish.
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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
Going out to the garden this morning to plant seeds for my winter greens —the strong, fiery mustard
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...
Word reaches us that you are sleeping, sleeping. Dismayed we have turned to the sea. We encounter among others
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
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...
Expect nothing. Live frugally On surprise. become a stranger To need of pity Or, if compassion be freely
I will keep Broken things: The big clay Pot
With your unknown to me Odd magic You came To me:
His posture From so many years Holding his robe with one hand Is odd. His gait
I said to Poetry:"I’m finished with you." Having to almost die before some wierd light comes creeping through
My brothers knew The things you know. I did not scorn learning them; It’s just my mind
You confide in me that you are lonely,