I’ve been in Japan for less than 24 hours and somehow, I’ve found myself in a ruby-red basement bar watching an 89-year-old ...

The boiling water sound I am hearing is actually wind. If only I slept at night ... I switched on a light and saw that I was holding a book of love poems from Elizabeth Barrett Browning.

The concept of wind colour is explored at length in Flann O’Brien’s comic novel The Third Policeman, courtesy of old Philip ...

Heather Lende, Alaska's previous Writer Laureate, shares a poem read on a cold, dark night during a dinner with friends.

“Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not ...

He quoted from her poem “Laisves Aleja,” musing on late ... “Faithful as the trees guarding her house and only if a small wind came up, would a page flutter here and there, revealing nothing.

Yet can I really escape it? How much of my creative life is now affected by it, how many poems has the insidious smog crept its way into? Too many. When I come around, through the train window ...

One of the performers was Bernadine Ambatobe, a junior at Bryan High School and refugee from Congo. When it comes to Dr. King ...

Myra Sklarew, a poet and teacher who found inspiration for her graceful, meditative verses in the natural world, her Jewish heritage and her early years working with rhesus monkeys at a research lab, ...