as the sleepers
I would that I were with those dead there in their restful deep, were still my bones in earthen …
I would that I were with those dead there in their restful deep, were still my bones in earthen …
Through drifting snow, young Josef made his way to Johann’s cottage, nestled in the trees. He’s come to bless their …
This is a sonnet all the way from Mars, it lacks the atmosphere of those from earth, you’ll find them …
Can I describe the beauty in a wave That arches high as horses boldly ride, That offers up the freedom …
My Mama was a looker graced with smarts, engaging as a girl can get. By twenty, she’d won a hand …
How often can we truly claim a friend who’ll give, without embarrassment or pride, immeasurable love, and take in stride …
She sees the world with six intrepid eyes. Her left is analytical and calm; her right, the rudder of a …
Perhaps you feel the sky is always gray where worry and anxiety reside. Perhaps there never seems to be a …