Insatiable Thirst For Truth and Beauty

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    With so few trees in the city and so much misery of all kinds surrounding us, how could we ever expect to see a...

Winter is coming

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Every year, around October, the land begins to glisten. We slowly slink into hibernation and slacken our summertime heated activities, so as to savor...

You Cannot Eat Money

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    When despair for the world grows in me, and I wake in the night at the least sound in fear of what my life...

What does poetry do?

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What does poetry do? What is its purpose? To me, poetry is essential because poems have literally changed the way in which I look at and...

Every breath you take…

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It was summer, and the world smelled of roses and jasmine. The sunshine shimmered like powdered gold on the edge of blue wildflowers and...