Poetry While gentle refrains, lilting, relieve The tender pains presumed so deep: Those scraped on knees of infancy, Poignantly does...

God called the light day and there was morning. Early Monday morning the day back to school after a long Winter break I saw the most...

Poetic Thoughts While I make an Apple crumb pie the dogs are not shy. They love apples. “Snap, snap…” they go crunching away. “Please...