Here in a bright alchemy, history collides and combines with eternal things. The mundane is infused with mystery, and the dust and mud...

Go out now, children, while you can and play. The time to romp and frolic will not last. Drink Kool-Aid under shade trees while you may....

He stood on the ancient battlements, Proudly gazing from the parapets On Samos, over which he reigned. “This realm bends beneath my iron...

In the mid-1990s, a series of exposés featured on the London Independent and elsewhere brought a dark secret to light. Many were startled...

The man who never cries is like the ship That never sailed or left the sleepy shores, Who’s never felt the waves of peril whip Against...

The year is 1797. Eight years after the beginning of the French Revolution, all hopes which had initially been placed in this uprising...

I remembers once leafing through a volume of Allen Ginsberg's poems and coming across one poem with the word “butterfly” in it and...

As the trees and the sky wear a more somber hue, At once beautiful, sad, and yet strange, And the lowering rays of late autumn imbue...

As the evening lights repine around me And the willow weeps against the glass, Soft my lover sleeps in bliss beside me, Soft the hours,...