By Grace E. Reed | Poetry
According to Dr. Bob one of the founders of the Great AA Movement that...
North America
Descent
By Joseph Briggs | Poetry
Los monarcas descend on Michoacan around the Day of the Dead and legend has...
Los monarcas descend on Michoacan around the Day of the Dead and legend has...
I Dreamt
By James G Piatt | Poetry
In the crimson haze of an unexpected day, I dreamt of things I recalled...
In the crimson haze of an unexpected day, I dreamt of things I recalled...
Marimba Player and the Her Drum
By Grace E. Reed | Poetry
As you place your leather tipped sticks onto the keys—as the rhythm of the...
As you place your leather tipped sticks onto the keys—as the rhythm of the...
I Read it Here and I Heard it There
By Grace E. Reed | Poetry
Todays newspaper said, “that thing is like this” and the other side said, “no...
Todays newspaper said, “that thing is like this” and the other side said, “no...