Poetry is a deal of joy and pain and wonder, with a dash of the dictionary.
Poetry is a deal of joy and pain and wonder, with a dash of the dictionary.
Ideologies separate us. Dreams and anguish bring us together.
"When you wake up in the morning, Pooh," said Piglet at last, "what's the first thing you say to yourself?"…
The Idiot Boy He wandered down the moutain grade Beyond the speed assigned-- A youth whom Justice often stayed And…