* La vaca, "the cow" in Spanish.
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Before I leave the stage I will sing the only song I was meant truly to sing. It is the song of I AM.
As if I’ve swallowed A watermelon And Sidestepping My digestive tract
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
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...
You confide in me that you are lonely,
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…
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 brothers knew The things you know. I did not scorn learning them; It’s just my mind
I said to Poetry:"I’m finished with you." Having to almost die before some wierd light comes creeping through
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 have a friend who is turning gray, not just her hair, and I do not know why this is so.
Remember When we ended It all —for a weekend— & how
I will keep Broken things: The big clay Pot