Little ones, little ones, playing around me, Blowing your bubbles up into the air, Laughing and giggling to chase them toward me, Or when...

Memory is such a guileful thing, And now I watch it like a doorway closing, Or a mist along a shore that’s darkening, Revealing less, and...

This article is republished with permission from the author. When John Keats died in Rome on Feb. 23, 1821, at the age of 25, the world...

Today we commemorate the life of poet Paul Lawrence Dunbar, who passed away on February 9th, 1906. Dunbar was a great American poet who...

Restless, my soul wakens As the city stirs, Street lights flicker like stars, And the sea whispers. Languid ocean waves rush To the...

From birth our mortal journey winds its way Through labyrinthine passages of time Where fate and fortune bid us climb The walls and...

Following some recent inquiries and critiques, we are affording Mr. Adam Sedia the opportunity to clear up certain questions in regards...

Borne from sultry jungled isles Of some far archipelago, Imprisoned in glass here. Transplanted, you yet flourish, show Your charms,...

Dear friend of the shadows, Share your hidden graces, And softly sing From the darkened mazes. Dear friend of the shadows, Share your...