#AmericanWriters
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…
Going out to the garden this morning to plant seeds for my winter greens —the strong, fiery mustard
Knowing you might some day come and how unprepared I’ve always been like Mr. Sloppy in Charles Dickens’
His posture From so many years Holding his robe with one hand Is odd. His gait
As if I’ve swallowed A watermelon And Sidestepping My digestive tract
How can Humanity look the deer in the face? How can I,
Let other leaders Retire To play golf & write Memoirs
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...
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 will keep Broken things: The big clay Pot
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...
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…
I have a friend who is turning gray, not just her hair, and I do not know why this is so.
I Sing of Mumia brilliant and strong and of the captivity that few black men escape
With your unknown to me Odd magic You came To me: