Who lives the candied lives of greeting cards? Old Santa's just the first of many lies. Who dare resists when every song bombards us, makes us spend, consume, our life despise. What if your...

By Paul Laurence Dunbar ‘T was three an’ thirty year ago, When I was ruther young, you know, I had my last an’ only fight About a gal one summer night. ‘T was me an’ Zekel Johnson; Zeke ‘N’...

The Temptations of Reid Baer
By Reid Baer

Beyond each temptation of mine
I see a person in kind – a
branch of the tree – a member of

the...