The Touch of the Master’s Hand (poem by Myra Brook Welch)
Read more'Twas battered and scarred, and the auctioneer Thought it scarcely worth his while To waste much time on the old violin, But...
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The Winning Team (a new poem by Polly Castor)
Read moreI’m in the end zone rooting for the winning team. I encourage and beckon those on the field
That’s Entertainment! (poem by Madora McKensie Kibbe)
Read moreWhy entertain fear and doubt when angels wait without?
Whistling Swans (poem by Mary Oliver)
Read moreDo you bow your head when you pray or do you look up into that blue space?
A Poem by Wistawa Szymborska
Read moreOn this third planet of the sun among the signs of bestiality a clear conscience is Number One.
