The sea speaks a language polite people never repeat. It is a colossal >>
Poetry is the journal of a sea animal living on land, wanting to fly i >>
One of the greatest necessities in America is to discover creative sol >>
I have no name: I am but two days old. What shall I call thee? I happy >>
The tiny madman in his padded cell. >>
If you desire to drain to the dregs the fullest cup of scorn and hatre >>
A baby is God's opinion that life should go on.