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Going out to the garden this morning to plant seeds for my winter greens —the strong, fiery mustard
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
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...
When the people have won a victory whether small or large do you ever wonder
My desire is always the same; wherever Life deposits me: I want to stick my toe & soon my whole body
Knowing you might some day come and how unprepared I’ve always been like Mr. Sloppy in Charles Dickens’
I Sing of Mumia brilliant and strong and of the captivity that few black men escape
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…
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...
I said to Poetry:"I’m finished with you." Having to almost die before some wierd light comes creeping through
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…
Be nobody’s darling; Be an outcast. Take the contradictions Of your life And wrap around
If I was President The first thing I would do is call Mumia Abu—Jamal. No, if I was president
The old men used to sing And lifted a brother Carefully Out the door I used to think they
She is the one who will notice that the first snapdragon of Spring is