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She is the one who will notice that the first snapdragon of Spring is
I said to Poetry:"I’m finished with you." Having to almost die before some wierd light comes creeping through
Word reaches us that you are sleeping, sleeping. Dismayed we have turned to the sea. We encounter among others
Let other leaders Retire To play golf & write Memoirs
When you thought me poor, my poverty was shaming. When blackness was unwelcome we found it best that I stay home.
How can Humanity look the deer in the face? How can I,
With your unknown to me Odd magic You came To me:
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...
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
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
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…
Before I leave the stage I will sing the only song I was meant truly to sing. It is the song of I AM.
Going out to the garden this morning to plant seeds for my winter greens —the strong, fiery mustard