She is the one who will notice that the first snapdragon of Spring is

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…

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

I Sing of Mumia brilliant and strong and of the captivity that few black men escape

Going out to the garden this morning to plant seeds for my winter greens —the strong, fiery mustard

Knowing you might some day come and how unprepared I’ve always been like Mr. Sloppy in Charles Dickens’

Be nobody’s darling; Be an outcast. Take the contradictions Of your life And wrap around

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…