The Night Before Christmas 'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, in hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be...
God's Garden by Robert Frost God made a beauteous garden With lovely flowers strown, But one straight, narrow pathway That was not overgrown. And to this beauteous garden He brought mankind to live, And said:...
Robert Frost Biography Robert Frost was arguably one of the finest American poets in the twentieth century. Although he first published his books in England during the 1910s, he returned to America as the most-read and anthologized...
by Jordan Green
chill, calm, completely complacent
my makeup seems to convey
but mom, she knows me better,
then i’ll ever try to say
she says sometimes sweetly
that it all will be okay
not sure whether to believe her
or whether to look away
falling, fleeing, faltering
in a nightmarish decay
won’t peek between my fingers
to see my last doomsday
painting pretense pictures
each and every day
until I find my true muse
somehow, some where, some way