‘A Strange Sun’: A Poem by Patricia Rogers Crozier
A Strange Sun The ships sailed up the river’s mouth, Against a steely, clear-eyed gale, Far from the vineyard ...
Tag: Historical Fiction
Well described Margaret. Thank you for sharing your observations and experience. The old adage: “You don’t get over it, you…
Sure, that's also a possible interpretation.
All I have is a totally gray mustache, which doesn't even filter out plankton. Shaving is a pain and a…
I interpret the "tangled rabble" as the plants on the shore, foreboding and eerie to the eyes of the Romans..
not in verse, but an established definition: "razor (n): an instrument of futility, consuming the 15 minutes per day when…
