#AmericanWriters
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…
Remember When we ended It all —for a weekend— & how
I will keep Broken things: The big clay Pot
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
How can Humanity look the deer in the face? How can I,
Word reaches us that you are sleeping, sleeping. Dismayed we have turned to the sea. We encounter among others
When the people have won a victory whether small or large do you ever wonder
When they torture your mother plant a tree When they torture your father plant a tree When they torture your brother
I have a friend who is turning gray, not just her hair, and I do not know why this is so.
Let other leaders Retire To play golf & write Memoirs
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…
I Sing of Mumia brilliant and strong and of the captivity that few black men escape
Knowing you might some day come and how unprepared I’ve always been like Mr. Sloppy in Charles Dickens’
Look into her eyes and know: She does not think