* La vaca, "the cow" in Spanish.
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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
Going out to the garden this morning to plant seeds for my winter greens —the strong, fiery mustard
Word reaches us that you are sleeping, sleeping. Dismayed we have turned to the sea. We encounter among others
When the people have won a victory whether small or large do you ever wonder
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…
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...
Knowing you might some day come and how unprepared I’ve always been like Mr. Sloppy in Charles Dickens’
Remember When we ended It all —for a weekend— & how
If I was President The first thing I would do is call Mumia Abu—Jamal. No, if I was president
Don’t be like those who ask for ev… praise, a blurb, a free ride in my… limousine. They ask for everything… anything in return. Be like those who can see that my…
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
When you see water in a stream you say: oh, this is stream water; When you see water in the river you say: oh, this is water
When you thought me poor, my poverty was shaming. When blackness was unwelcome we found it best that I stay home.
The old men used to sing And lifted a brother Carefully Out the door I used to think they