How to Not Be a Perfectionist
People are vividand smalland don’t livevery long—by Molly Brodak
Poem (I lived in the first century of world wars)
By Muriel Rukeyser
“Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art”
By John Keats Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art— Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night And watching, with eternal lids apart, Like nature's patient, sleepless…
kids who die
Langston Hughes This is for the kids who die,Black and white,For kids will die certainly.The old and rich will live on awhile,As always,Eating blood and gold,Letting kids die.Kids will die…
Who Remembers the Armenians?
by Najwan Darwish
Wild Geese – Mary Oliver
You do not have to be good.You do not have to walk on your kneesfor a hundred miles through the desert repenting.You only have to let the soft animal of…