#AmericanWriters
She is the one who will notice that the first snapdragon of Spring is
Remember When we ended It all —for a weekend— & how
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...
My desire is always the same; wherever Life deposits me: I want to stick my toe & soon my whole body
You confide in me that you are lonely,
Let other leaders Retire To play golf & write Memoirs
Knowing you might some day come and how unprepared I’ve always been like Mr. Sloppy in Charles Dickens’
How can Humanity look the deer in the face? How can I,
Be nobody’s darling; Be an outcast. Take the contradictions Of your life And wrap around
I have a friend who is turning gray, not just her hair, and I do not know why this is so.
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
Word reaches us that you are sleeping, sleeping. Dismayed we have turned to the sea. We encounter among others
If I was President The first thing I would do is call Mumia Abu—Jamal. No, if I was president
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...