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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’
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...
Before I leave the stage I will sing the only song I was meant truly to sing. It is the song of I AM.
She is the one who will notice that the first snapdragon of Spring is
His posture From so many years Holding his robe with one hand Is odd. His gait
Word reaches us that you are sleeping, sleeping. Dismayed we have turned to the sea. We encounter among others
I Sing of Mumia brilliant and strong and of the captivity that few black men escape
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…
My desire is always the same; wherever Life deposits me: I want to stick my toe & soon my whole body
I will keep Broken things: The big clay Pot
How can Humanity look the deer in the face? How can I,
When they torture your mother plant a tree When they torture your father plant a tree When they torture your brother
As if I’ve swallowed A watermelon And Sidestepping My digestive tract
When the people have won a victory whether small or large do you ever wonder