Your problems, amigo, are my problems, and as lead-diesel traffic poisons the clean dry air of Lebanon, Arabia, New

When I spoke to the young professor of Lavinia and Vanzetti of the meeting of minds a middle class woman a

I did not intend these jottings to become 'a journal of the plague year' It spoils everything, you know, those who

Our friends are not going to Florida, but we are. They have pre-existing conditions. We have existing conditions of

By the bridge in the boggy pond built of old men's hands and faces that conform to the scramble of brush beneath

Know no one willing to take your survival in exchange for America loves your children and grandchildren— that

The depression left my apartment a collection of trash and books I pretended wasn’t there, hid dirty cat litter

Two heavy solid wood doors, painted a chipped sea-green, stand fifty feet apart on one wall of the basement. Old

I console myself by saying this too shall pass Everything happens for a reason There is a time to live and a time

The mind wonders & wanders like a crane in the sky when it sights an alluring meal of poem, garnished with the

We were no strangers; Sheep in the same fold. Birds wearing same feathers & humming the songs; Fishes

You need a place, its name, its smell, its sense of life, its coordinates. I won't say that I'm absolutely confident

Like the Thales of Miletus, I tell my tales of how thousands things Are made up of another thousands Things in my

A part of me was divested of beauty: The part that knows the reasons behind These smiling faces. That knows the

For Àyìnlá Ọmọwúrà Crying is the only beauty among sadness, sorrow, Gratitude and joy. I saw metaphors, and

from "The Woman in an Imaginary Painting” An ancient desire, to paint the cave walls, to put some thing on a

How many miles is 300 light years? 1763587611955082 miles per a quick calculation. No that’s not the key

You are the oasis in my desert life A ray of light in my eternal strife The sun that always gives me hope and light

I am a candle in the wind dancing happily, I pretend I am always deep under pressure Suffering from stress with no

Walking on a gravel road, neither of us speaking. We come upon a pheasant. Teel spills like velvet down his throat. A