Iris of Life

Like tiny drops of crystal rain, / In every life the moments fall, / To wear away with silent beat, / The shell of selfishness o’er all. (Poetry by Zitkála-Šá)


"There is a place where voices / Of great guns do not come, / Where rifle, mine, and mortar / For evermore are dumb: . . ." (Poetry by Geoffrey Bache Smith)

1 Star Reviews

Where to go and what to do / When the beach is too sandy and water too wet / The sky too blue and the sun too bright . . . (Poetry by Christine (Liu) Young)

The Tourist

"There once was a man from Nantucket. / He had enough and said, "I've had enough. / No limericks today, . . ." (Poetry by Jeremy O'Roark)