#AmericanWriters
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
Remember When we ended It all —for a weekend— & how
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…
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…
Be nobody’s darling; Be an outcast. Take the contradictions Of your life And wrap around
I will keep Broken things: The big clay Pot
His posture From so many years Holding his robe with one hand Is odd. His gait
How can Humanity look the deer in the face? How can I,
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…
When they torture your mother plant a tree When they torture your father plant a tree When they torture your brother
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.
As if I’ve swallowed A watermelon And Sidestepping My digestive tract
You confide in me that you are lonely,
With your unknown to me Odd magic You came To me: