"I would hurl words into this darkness and wait for an echo, and if an echo sounded, no matter how faintly, I would send other words to tell, to march, to fight, to create a sense of hunger for life that gnaws in us all." ~Richard Wright, American Hunger, 1977

"I write when I dream and I dream when I write."

~Khadija Craddock

Sunday, August 14, 2011

Poem of the Day

Read or Post a poem of the day. You can write your own original poem or from your favorite writer. Or just read and comment.


That's Life
I once owned a piece of the sky
I had no idea who it was by
but it was splendid
then I stepped and it unmended
I blanched, then shrugged with a relieving sigh.