Oh To Be A Pear Tree –

They Seemed To Be Staring At The Dark, But Their Eyes Were Watching God.

There Is Something About Poverty That Smells Like Death.

When The People Sat Around On The Porch And Passed Around The Pictures Of Their Thoughts For The Others To Look At And See, It Was Nice. The Fact That The Thought Pictures Were Always Crayon Enlargements Of Life Made It Even Nicer To Listen To.

To Avoid The Consequences Of Posterity The Mulattos Give The Blacks A First Class Letting Alone. There Is A Frantic Stampede White-ward To Escape From Jamaica's Black Mass.

No Hour Is Ever Eternity, But It Has Its Right To Weep.