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

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

Before I leave the stage I will sing the only song I was meant truly to sing. It is the song of I AM.

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…

Expect nothing. Live frugally On surprise. become a stranger To need of pity Or, if compassion be freely

You confide in me that you are lonely,

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 will keep Broken things: The big clay Pot

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...