#AmericanWriters
She is the one who will notice that the first snapdragon of Spring is
I will keep Broken things: The big clay Pot
Before I leave the stage I will sing the only song I was meant truly to sing. It is the song of I AM.
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
Look into her eyes and know: She does not think
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...
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
You confide in me that you are lonely,
His posture From so many years Holding his robe with one hand Is odd. His gait
When you thought me poor, my poverty was shaming. When blackness was unwelcome we found it best that I stay home.
Let other leaders Retire To play golf & write Memoirs
The old men used to sing And lifted a brother Carefully Out the door I used to think they
If I was President The first thing I would do is call Mumia Abu—Jamal. No, if I was president
With your unknown to me Odd magic You came To me: