The Importance of Nomenclature
written by: Anita G. Gorman
When John Smith met Mary Jones, they fell in love almost immediately, even though Mary was ...
A Sunny Day in Jan
written by: Zen
@simplyzen80
My poor mother has the flu. She is stuck in bed. I hardly drive to the city, afraid to fuel past road...
The Love of A Mother
written by: Marian Wood
@EyeOfMazz
Our roots are deep just like my thoughts and her red sweater,
Looking at her I decided that ...
Seasons
written by: Ron Kempton
By late summer my shadow knows me, I walk on the same path guarding my secret self with quiet steps.
Who is that on p...
Piano
a poem by D.H. Lawrence
Softly, in the dusk, a woman is singing to me;
Taking me back down the vista of years, till I see
A child sitting unde...
