My subject is nothing new. It’s been around since Adam and Eve. Like the snake…
Browsing: Style and Rhythm
There it goes damp and moist inviting the humid scent of June Downpour ultimately collected…
It still rang in my head; it had replaced the sound of sirens from when…
Do not cry when I’m gone, keep my ink flowing and the words of my letters…
“Love yourself,” they say. Like this? I ask myself. How do I love something I…
As the day breathes while the night silently yields to the call of dawn I…
It’s your birthday! Get a cake, Light candles, Bless yourself, Make a wish, Eat and…
I don’t have a big brother. I wonder how it feels to have one. If…
Good people all of every sort Give ears unto my song And if you find…
As we recommence our publication of Mammy Wagon Philosophies penned by unanimous sages, we would…