Still I Rise You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very …
The Flying Notebook With its spiraling metal body and white pages for wings my notebook flies over my bed while I sleep— …
Caminante no hay Camino Caminante, son tus huellas el camino y nada más; Caminante, no hay camino, se hace camino al andar. …
Nothing Gold Can Stay Nature’s first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf’s a flower; But only so …
Ghosts The first time I saw him he was standing in front of the Iranian embassy with his mother, or with whom …
Ararat Wrapped in gold foil, in the search and shouting of Easter Sunday, it was the ball of the princess, it was …