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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.
As if I’ve swallowed A watermelon And Sidestepping My digestive tract
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...
She is the one who will notice that the first snapdragon of Spring is
Expect nothing. Live frugally On surprise. become a stranger To need of pity Or, if compassion be freely
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...
Look into her eyes and know: She does not think
Going out to the garden this morning to plant seeds for my winter greens —the strong, fiery mustard
My desire is always the same; wherever Life deposits me: I want to stick my toe & soon my whole body
When they torture your mother plant a tree When they torture your father plant a tree When they torture your brother
The old men used to sing And lifted a brother Carefully Out the door I used to think they
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 said to Poetry:"I’m finished with you." Having to almost die before some wierd light comes creeping through
When you thought me poor, my poverty was shaming. When blackness was unwelcome we found it best that I stay home.
With your unknown to me Odd magic You came To me:
