A rose has thorns as well as honey, I’ll not have her for love or money; ….
A rose has thorns as well as honey, I’ll not have her for love or money; ….
Sometimes the lights have to go out for us to really see the beautiful anarchy that surrounds us....
I have never been a Bible guy, there was always a Bible in the house, somewhere. I knew the big...
Kate Tempest. Wow. Powerful Voice https://soundcloud.com/katetempest We went back and found poets...
BY DANIEL DEFOE 1700 Thus from a mixture of all kinds began, That het’rogeneous thing, an...
In 1941, a 19 year old Spitfire pilot, John Gillespie Magee Jr. wrote High Flight. A few months...
ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL It is not politic in the commonwealth of nature to preserve virginity. Loss of virginity is rational increase, and there was never virgin got till virginity was first lost. That you were made of is metal to make virgins. Virginity by...
Salme Stories: A Mother’s Journey Part 4- War Times and 2 Countries I've been speechless in the wrong way these days. Reacting, without thinking, to all of the present day fear of refugees, immigration, ISIS, ISIL, tyranny, terrorism, and afraid of what could be...
ALEXANDER CALDWELL has a small sculpture installed on the grounds of the Kiyooka Ohe Arts Center, out on the western edge of the city (Calgary). The piece reminds me of New York based architect John Hejduk and his mid 80's work, like those works, this is poetic,...
Headlights define the world Endless road passes through A bend, a hill, a bridge In random succession Was a start? Will be an end? Only now in silence The ever unchanging now Hark a splash of light Then blinded dark Tree has been and is again? Or bend or hill or...
Hog Butcher for the World, Tool Maker, Stacker of Wheat, Player with Railroads and the Nation’s Freight Handler; Stormy, husky, brawling, City of the Big Shoulders: They tell me you are wicked and I believe them, for I have seen your painted women under the gas lamps...