When we were only rebels (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
In the beginning of our nation the bands of Minutemen, rebels the opposition of tyranny rising in the colonies We ...
In the beginning of our nation the bands of Minutemen, rebels the opposition of tyranny rising in the colonies We ...
Sitting in the den, comfortable, my wife, my children, my mother-in-law all African-American, watching his speech sharing his words, his ...
Published on the internet ephemeral, lasting are my words fleeting moments in the web typing on gossamer strands, threads lines ...
A wide open world, the ether, the web, the connectedness the world so small, touching so many lives friends I ...
Each poem, each post, each email send out into the ether, the internet, the realm of cyberspace, each one a ...
Death is not the final word. Without ears, my father still listens, still shrugs his shoulders whenever I ask a ...
"Courage!" he said, and pointed toward the land, "This mounting wave will roll us shoreward soon." In the afternoon they ...
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