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When they torture your mother plant a tree When they torture your father plant a tree When they torture your brother
If I was President The first thing I would do is call Mumia Abu—Jamal. No, if I was president
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...
I will keep Broken things: The big clay Pot
Word reaches us that you are sleeping, sleeping. Dismayed we have turned to the sea. We encounter among others
My brothers knew The things you know. I did not scorn learning them; It’s just my mind
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...
I said to Poetry:"I’m finished with you." Having to almost die before some wierd light comes creeping through
Going out to the garden this morning to plant seeds for my winter greens —the strong, fiery mustard
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 the people have won a victory whether small or large do you ever wonder
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
I have a friend who is turning gray, not just her hair, and I do not know why this is so.
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…
My desire is always the same; wherever Life deposits me: I want to stick my toe & soon my whole body