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Going out to the garden this morning to plant seeds for my winter greens —the strong, fiery mustard
If I was President The first thing I would do is call Mumia Abu—Jamal. No, if I was president
Word reaches us that you are sleeping, sleeping. Dismayed we have turned to the sea. We encounter among others
When they torture your mother plant a tree When they torture your father plant a tree When they torture your brother
Be nobody’s darling; Be an outcast. Take the contradictions Of your life And wrap around
Remember When we ended It all —for a weekend— & how
I said to Poetry:"I’m finished with you." Having to almost die before some wierd light comes creeping through
My desire is always the same; wherever Life deposits me: I want to stick my toe & soon my whole body
Look into her eyes and know: She does not think
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...
My brothers knew The things you know. I did not scorn learning them; It’s just my mind
Before I leave the stage I will sing the only song I was meant truly to sing. It is the song of I AM.
Expect nothing. Live frugally On surprise. become a stranger To need of pity Or, if compassion be freely
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
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...