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?"…
Do not ask me, for I am so ignorant that I cannot tell the difference between a king and a…