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litany Mahogany L. Browne I wish I knew how It would feel to be free I wish I could break All the chains holding me —Nina Si...

Brown Girl Has Walked Into the Wild, Palms Open Barbara Jane Reyes See how she lists. The body is bent as light, as wind wi...

United Naomi Shihab Nye , 1952 When sleepless, it’s helpful to meditate on mottoes of the states. South Carolina, “While I breathe I hope.” ...

Frederick Douglass Robert Hayden , 1913 - 1980 When it is finally ours, this freedom, this liberty, this beautiful and terrible thing, needf...

Having seen the horrors in store for America under this presidency, it's hard to be happy this 4th of July. I'm struggling to rememb...

I've lost 15 pounds since Christmas, quit smoking, started going to the gym at least 2 times a week, and look better than I have since I...

When we let Spirit Lead us It is impossible To know Where We are being led. All we know All we can believe All we can hope...

From Given Sugar, Given Salt More and more I have come to admire resilience. Not the simple resistance of a pillow, whose foam returns ove...

from Devil's Workshop If you can't pull it up By the roots, Take it out Of the sun, stop Watering it.

from Devil's Workshop     Not love, but something That, when it loses its green, Holds its form Like ocotillo, Long flutes of ca...

From Absolute Trust in the Goodness of the Earth Thousands of feet Below you There is a small Boy Running from Your bombs. ...

From What We Carry I'm remembering again, the day we stood on the porch and you smoked while the old man told you about his basemen...

From Chaco Trilogy We read of the Hopi (that’s all we can do) that the dead are clouds, that the dead rain down their souls on earth...

From Chaco Trilogy When you know who you are you do who you are, polishing a mountain without a goal (There is nothing mor...

December 15, 2016 I suspect that I am far from the only one having a hard time getting in the Christmas spirit these days. It’s hard t...

It's summer. School is out. The streets and the parks of New York City have begun to change. Fire hydrants are opened; swimming pools ar...

Life is short, though I keep this from my children. Life is short, and I’ve shortened mine in a thousand delicious, ill-advised ways, a thou...

All these great barns out here in the outskirts,  black creosote boards knee-deep in the bluegrass. They look so beautifully abandoned,...

elated Poem Content Details I have not disappeared. The boulevard is full of my steps. The sky is full of my thinking. An archbishop...

There isn’t a right answer. There just isn’t. The game show where the bells ring and the points go up and the confetti falls because you got...