#AmericanWriters
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
With your unknown to me Odd magic You came To me:
Be nobody’s darling; Be an outcast. Take the contradictions Of your life And wrap around
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
My desire is always the same; wherever Life deposits me: I want to stick my toe & soon my whole body
Before I leave the stage I will sing the only song I was meant truly to sing. It is the song of I AM.
Knowing you might some day come and how unprepared I’ve always been like Mr. Sloppy in Charles Dickens’
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
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…
As if I’ve swallowed A watermelon And Sidestepping My digestive tract
She is the one who will notice that the first snapdragon of Spring is
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...
Look into her eyes and know: She does not think
Remember When we ended It all —for a weekend— & how