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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 desire is always the same; wherever Life deposits me: I want to stick my toe & soon my whole body
You confide in me that you are lonely,
I said to Poetry:"I’m finished with you." Having to almost die before some wierd light comes creeping through
His posture From so many years Holding his robe with one hand Is odd. His gait
When the people have won a victory whether small or large do you ever wonder
Word reaches us that you are sleeping, sleeping. Dismayed we have turned to the sea. We encounter among others
I have a friend who is turning gray, not just her hair, and I do not know why this is so.
Let other leaders Retire To play golf & write Memoirs
I Sing of Mumia brilliant and strong and of the captivity that few black men escape
Remember When we ended It all —for a weekend— & how
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...
Look into her eyes and know: She does not think
She is the one who will notice that the first snapdragon of Spring is
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