By: Wilfred Owen I Happy are men who yet before they are killed Can let their veins run cold. Whom no compassion fleers Or makes their…
Skeleton in the Closet – Fritz Liedtke Photo taken from: http://fritzphoto.bizland.com/skeletoninthecloset/?page_id=5
My bones feel soft in the morning, pale under the light and the soft glow of the streetlights as they flicker out. Through the sun…
How the author felt during a panic attack By: Brittany Tightness in my chest I cant breath. The only time I can escape is when…
From childhood’s hour I have not been As others were; I have not seen As others saw; I could not bring My passions from a…
By: Lawrence Raab Making something the way it was— what could I have been thinking months ago when I wrote that line in my notebook?…
By: Anne Sexton Someone lives in a cave eating his toes, I know that much. Someone little lives under a bush pressing an empty Coca-Cola can…
By: Timothy Murphy The night you died, I dreamed you came to camp to hear confession from an Eagle Scout tortured by forty years of…
By: Allen Ginsberg Strange now to think of you, gone without corsets & eyes, while I walk on the sunny pavement of Greenwich Village….
Poet and essayist Adrienne Rich was one of America’s foremost public intellectuals. Widely read and hugely influential, Rich’s career spanned seven decades and has hewed…
