#AmericanWriters
The old men used to sing And lifted a brother Carefully Out the door I used to think they
Knowing you might some day come and how unprepared I’ve always been like Mr. Sloppy in Charles Dickens’
Be nobody’s darling; Be an outcast. Take the contradictions Of your life And wrap around
My desire is always the same; wherever Life deposits me: I want to stick my toe & soon my whole body
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…
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
She is the one who will notice that the first snapdragon of Spring is
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...
You confide in me that you are lonely,
I Sing of Mumia brilliant and strong and of the captivity that few black men escape
I will keep Broken things: The big clay Pot
I said to Poetry:"I’m finished with you." Having to almost die before some wierd light comes creeping through
Going out to the garden this morning to plant seeds for my winter greens —the strong, fiery mustard
Before I leave the stage I will sing the only song I was meant truly to sing. It is the song of I AM.