My forgetter Has forgotten What I Can’t remember. I write on my Weekly calendar To remind me of stuff I need to remember. Then I forget...

I can be like a yo-yo. Sometimes up and sometimes down. But when I’m spinning at the bottom And the Lord jerks my string, I want to spin...

Yellow canvas deck chair fills with freezing rain in the nighttime air. Turn it on its side and it will dry in the fresh warm morning...

Note: The Sestina is a special form of poem that has six six-line stanzas followed by a four-line stanza. The final words in all the...

Letting first impressions sting; You may initially spring To the assumption that This wheel on a string Is just a gag thing. But on...