#AmericanWriters
When they torture your mother plant a tree When they torture your father plant a tree When they torture your brother
His posture From so many years Holding his robe with one hand Is odd. His gait
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...
Knowing you might some day come and how unprepared I’ve always been like Mr. Sloppy in Charles Dickens’
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
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
I have a friend who is turning gray, not just her hair, and I do not know why this is so.
If I was President The first thing I would do is call Mumia Abu—Jamal. No, if I was president
You confide in me that you are lonely,
My desire is always the same; wherever Life deposits me: I want to stick my toe & soon my whole body
As if I’ve swallowed A watermelon And Sidestepping My digestive tract
Let other leaders Retire To play golf & write Memoirs
Going out to the garden this morning to plant seeds for my winter greens —the strong, fiery mustard
When you thought me poor, my poverty was shaming. When blackness was unwelcome we found it best that I stay home.