#AmericanWriters
If I was President The first thing I would do is call Mumia Abu—Jamal. No, if I was president
Be nobody’s darling; Be an outcast. Take the contradictions Of your life And wrap around
My desire is always the same; wherever Life deposits me: I want to stick my toe & soon my whole body
His posture From so many years Holding his robe with one hand Is odd. His gait
I said to Poetry:"I’m finished with you." Having to almost die before some wierd light comes creeping through
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...
When they torture your mother plant a tree When they torture your father plant a tree When they torture your brother
Word reaches us that you are sleeping, sleeping. Dismayed we have turned to the sea. We encounter among others
I will keep Broken things: The big clay Pot
When you see water in a stream you say: oh, this is stream water; When you see water in the river you say: oh, this is water
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…
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...
Knowing you might some day come and how unprepared I’ve always been like Mr. Sloppy in Charles Dickens’
With your unknown to me Odd magic You came To me:
As if I’ve swallowed A watermelon And Sidestepping My digestive tract
