* La vaca, "the cow" in Spanish.
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I said to Poetry:"I’m finished with you." Having to almost die before some wierd light comes creeping through
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...
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…
Word reaches us that you are sleeping, sleeping. Dismayed we have turned to the sea. We encounter among others
Before I leave the stage I will sing the only song I was meant truly to sing. It is the song of I AM.
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…
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 have a friend who is turning gray, not just her hair, and I do not know why this is so.
When you thought me poor, my poverty was shaming. When blackness was unwelcome we found it best that I stay home.
I will keep Broken things: The big clay Pot
My desire is always the same; wherever Life deposits me: I want to stick my toe & soon my whole body
Going out to the garden this morning to plant seeds for my winter greens —the strong, fiery mustard
You confide in me that you are lonely,
I Sing of Mumia brilliant and strong and of the captivity that few black men escape
To change the world enough you must cease to be afraid of the poor. We experience your fear as the lea… humiliations; in the past