Poetry: Yet Do I Marvel by Countee Cullen
I doubt not God is good, well-meaning, kind, And did He stoop to quibble could tell why The little buried mole continues blind,
I doubt not God is good, well-meaning, kind, And did He stoop to quibble could tell why The little buried mole continues blind,
At work, a large group of women came in to shop and man were they loud! The store being very small, there was no escaping. Their voices were…
In moonlight lies the river passing— it's not quiet
What do you do when someone says no to you? I feel offended. I also often feel embarrassed and wish that the floor would open up and swallow…
Blue in green: baywater seen through grasses that quiver over it, stirring the air, slanted against the water's one-em dashes.