Becauseyou rubbed my shoulderlast nighta poemtraveled downmy arm.

He beat me when you not here, I say.Who do, she say, Albert?Mr ____, I say.I can’t believe it, she say. She sit down on the bench next to me real hard, like she drop.What...

When wehave changed everything we will eat congratulations with our tea.

Even as I hold youI think of you as someone gonefar, far away. Your eyes the colorof pennies in a bowl of dark honeybringing sweet light to someone elseyour black hair slipping through my fingersis...

What she showed me was, Yes, I am Grandmother as she is; there is no separation, really, between us. And that, on this planet, Grandmother Earth, there is no higher authority. That our inseparability is...

The more powerful the powerful appear the more invisible they become, said Armando. This used to work differently than now. In the old days it was said that the powerful merged with the divine and...

Horses make a landscape look beautiful.

When the ax came into the forest the trees said the handle is one of us.

It all I can do not to cry. I make myself wood I say to myself, Celie, you a tree. That’s how I come to know trees fear man.

Even as I hold you, I am letting you go.

I am so happy. I got love, I got work, I got money, friends and time.

The savage rushing of the river seemed to be inside her head, inside her body. Even when the oarswomen, their guides, were speaking to her, she had the impression she couldn’t quite hear them because...

No person is your friend who demands your silence, or denies your right to grow.

Those in power must spend a lot of their time laughing at us.

But what was good tween us must have been nothing but bodies, she say. Cause I don’t know the Albert that don’t dance, can’t hardly laugh, never talk bout nothing, beat you and hid your...

This is the true wine of astonishment: “We are not over when we think we are.