* La vaca, "the cow" in Spanish.
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I will keep Broken things: The big clay Pot
Expect nothing. Live frugally On surprise. become a stranger To need of pity Or, if compassion be freely
Let other leaders Retire To play golf & write Memoirs
My brothers knew The things you know. I did not scorn learning them; It’s just my mind
When the people have won a victory whether small or large do you ever wonder
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:
You confide in me that you are lonely,
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
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...
Be nobody’s darling; Be an outcast. Take the contradictions Of your life And wrap around
Word reaches us that you are sleeping, sleeping. Dismayed we have turned to the sea. We encounter among others
Going out to the garden this morning to plant seeds for my winter greens —the strong, fiery mustard
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