Black billows rising in the tender… Ominous clouds with menacing faces… Propagating themselves in poetic m… Moving in and out and thru and thr… Gathering strength in their slithe…

“I am the harbinger sent from the… Attired in icy clothes on this day… I hide in a polar mountain’s creva… Then in November I spread my fros… Over country sides and eagle’s nes…

Me the self, my precious self, of blood and flesh and wit, perfect creation of man, the treasure of treasures, fighting for my preservation,

The slender fingers of Astria, Star-maiden and teary-eyed, and angels suffused in melodies stroking lovely strings of the har… sending vibrations hitherward,

Standing before the tainted altar, the unhallowed temple of the beast from the chapel of pleasure, adorned with red and black windows… with gargoyles protruding from the…

Rules of time and the chronology o… When order was a wondrous piecing… As the minutes grew into marvelous… And rudiments advanced to triumpha… They took me and delivered me to m…

Sounds of Freedom As the ordinary grows tired And the music sits still Old avenues lose their luster And bright colors begin to fade

At Rest When our blood is an angry current Where velocity becomes a force Pushing the boundaries of sanity Surging past tranquil places

Poetry reaches its dreaded end when love becomes a grouping of letters, i.e., l-o-v-e, and not a spiritual phenomenon that alters the chemistry of the human heart and parts the clouded ...

Land of the Free “Living in the Land of the Free” The good life is achieved by

Booming silence at the gates of the hidden castle aloft, silent trumpets in the eastern ski… florid rays streaming from the bel… from a pot of gold

Mr. Stevens was one of the fortunate ones, an heir to generations of good looks that were handed down to him. Like a rose rises up through the ground and flaunts itself before the ...