I said to Poetry:"I’m finished with you." Having to almost die before some wierd light comes creeping through

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

Remember When we ended It all —for a weekend— & how

I have a friend who is turning gray, not just her hair, and I do not know why this is so.

The old men used to sing And lifted a brother Carefully Out the door I used to think they

His posture From so many years Holding his robe with one hand Is odd. His gait

My brothers knew The things you know. I did not scorn learning them; It’s just my mind

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,