Art like morality, consists of drawing a line somewhere.
To His Coy Mistress Had we but World enough, and Time, This coyness Lady were no crime. We would sit…
What men are poets who can speak of Jupiter as if he were a man but if he is an…
Where Earwigs Dare A silver trail across the monitor; fresh mouse-droppings beneath the swivel-chair; the view obscured by rogue japonica.…