There you are, placing the rainbow-colored paper boat in the mouth of that water-filled crater. Observing the fluids idly soak its fibers, streams of kaleidoscopic pigment bleed through its seams.
“My wife writes in the morning; I write at night. I prefer the peace and quiet of low light. But right now as I write this, I watch news of the world going to war. Peaceful weather is no more as ...
and boldness as I'm in such a time like this The Post Bulletin publishes poetry by local and area writers every Tuesday. Send poems to [email protected] with the subject line "Poetry submission." ...
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars. William Butler Yeats, widely considered one of the greatest poets of the English language, received the 1923 Nobel Prize for Literature. His work was greatly ...