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Word reaches us that you are sleeping, sleeping. Dismayed we have turned to the sea. We encounter among others
My desire is always the same; wherever Life deposits me: I want to stick my toe & soon my whole body
My brothers knew The things you know. I did not scorn learning them; It’s just my mind
With your unknown to me Odd magic You came To me:
Be nobody’s darling; Be an outcast. Take the contradictions Of your life And wrap around
You confide in me that you are lonely,
I Sing of Mumia brilliant and strong and of the captivity that few black men escape
If I was President The first thing I would do is call Mumia Abu—Jamal. No, if I was president
His posture From so many years Holding his robe with one hand Is odd. His gait
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…
Don’t be like those who ask for ev… praise, a blurb, a free ride in my… limousine. They ask for everything… anything in return. Be like those who can see that my…
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...
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.
She is the one who will notice that the first snapdragon of Spring is