Ah, April astounding us all draped in robes of beautiful cruelty snowing us with lilacs and luscious roses but taking things, once vibrant things returning…
Ah, April astounding us all draped in robes of beautiful cruelty snowing us with lilacs and luscious roses but taking things, once vibrant things returning…
I missed National Poetry Day, or maybe I was a day early by posting the extraordinary work of Langston Hughes. I have many favorite poets,…
After sunset when evening shadows begin inching toward dark in dusky, amethyst hues the flames of a burning sun diminishing, cosmic splendor is born anew…
They say she writes from high atop a glitzy glass tower her frailty seeping through in melancholy ink. A lovelorn poet lost she rifles memory’s pages…
Riding on horses those pale, pinched faces in times where one year became ten in the lines on their haggard faces. The hard battlefield opened…
Conflict arose from a timeworn bookshelf out of musty old pages a master’s lesson innocence and experience can you travel far and never venture into…
My father’s younger brother followed him into World War II like a pesky little brother would ready to do his part ready to make his…
Oh that calm sea the cliffs of England near distant perpetual lull of incoming tides sand and pebbles dance if you listen you can hear…