Now after many, many years, And after many, many tears, Alas, they’d reached the mountain top— The summit which so many sought. Under the heavens’ star…
Stories from the "Pod Life"
It was one of those clear blue days that everyone always associates with childhood. The willow branches floated over us like little clouds. Each family…
Every now and then a writer comes along who makes us confident enough to say: “This is a real poet!” Such is the case with Michael R. Burch who started…
Daniel Leach’s latest collection of poems, Places the Soul Goes, presents the reader with a rich and unique array of places, persons and times, which w…
“Trust me, the fountain of youth, it is no fable. It is running Truly and always. You ask, where? In poetical art.” - Friedrich Schiller, The Fountain …
Music and Genius
“To a Skylark” is perhaps one of the greatest nests of poetic paradoxes in the history of English poetry. Its language is shaped around the creation of…
A sage and pupil made their way Into a fog-infested wood. They searched and wandered places Where for years no traveler would. The underbrush, the damp…
“To develop a complete mind: Study the science of art; Study the art of science. Learn how to see. Realize that everything connects to everything else.…
Among the starry schemes and bright Plateaus of foggy mountain peaks, A master and his pupil made Their way towards the dragon’s grot. As both the sage…
I dreamt an endless dream; I dreamt my dreams had ceased. I dreamt the darkest dream; I dreamt of blinding light. I dreamt I was a fool; I dreamt that …