A short story illustrating a passion for poetry.

How often do people save an animal by adoping it from a shelter and then never give it any love? Probably too often. This extraordinary short poem by Timothy Richardson captures and illustrates,...

The woods grow smaller every year. My leaves Fall green and withered. Bitter water stings My shrinking roots. Yet I am Laurel still. I am the tree that one time was a maid, But that was long...

First ears: I would like two. One either side, I'm not a cubist. Eyes: the same as mine though others have their charm, however dyed and all if spied reveal a soul's design. A nose: but...

liii    They hurried swiftly through the open gate. Their hearts beat fast. They panted wet with sweat. Thought it was scarcely safe, they couldn't wait. They laughed and hugged. His lips...

Unbound
(Eve Was a Poet)
by MrDaMan
Virgil R. Hall II (Randy)

The chains of his own making,
of his own fears...
Rattle in their comfortable discomfort.

Awoken...

xlviii      "I wish that woman lying there, Etain, May have a wish." The monarch's wrath rose sore! Although his rule he knew he must maintain The Queen's disdain he didn't dare ignore. He...

xi    And when sweet juices ran from lip to chin And waists felt fuller than a bursting sack They piled up leaves and heather to begin A morning nap. Etain lay on her back Each finger yet...

ix      The Queen and maids at dawn one harvest time Rode to the orchard. Joy was in each heart To pick the ruby cherry in its prime. Beneath the grafted tree they left their cart. Up...