Fair Ellen Irwin, when she sateUpon the braes of Kirtle,Was lovely as a Grecian maidAdorned with wreaths of myrtle;Young Adam Bruce beside her lay,And there did they beguile the dayWith love and gentle speeches,Beneath the budding beeches. From many knights and many squiresThe Bruce had been selected;And Gordon, fairest of them all,By Ellen was rejected.Sad tidings to that … [Read more...] about The Braes Of Kirtle Or Ellen Irwin, By: William Wordsworth
Pastures Are Empty, By: Rachel Huber
Legal status is no defenseWhen skin color is the main offenseThis loss of life needn't beThe pastures are emptyNo one is freeBut is it really so bad that some may perish,If one day you don't have to press one for English? … [Read more...] about Pastures Are Empty, By: Rachel Huber
Lullaby of Betrayal, By: Lauren Brenner
At the edge of the dayat the will of the wiseshe captured some wordsfrom the shade of his eyes that rendered a songwrapped in tender goodbyesto the tune ofa bittersweet lullaby with midnight approachingthe stars in the skypaid homage and flameto a soulful reprise but scandal proved fortunewas smothered in lieswhere the perilous edgeof her boundaries reside then … [Read more...] about Lullaby of Betrayal, By: Lauren Brenner
Nursing Home, By: Gary Beck
The faces are bleak.Their last songplayed long ago.They lie in prison bedreluctantly awaitingto be collectedby the death service,the final resolutionof incapacity. … [Read more...] about Nursing Home, By: Gary Beck
Speaking To Listen, By: Andrew Cyr
Talia cast stones at friendsthen hid her hands.I sat in the recliner,watching a college football gameon the large TV above the fireplace.It was Saturday, just after noon,and Talia would soon start talkingabout some lady at work.I glanced occasionally and noddedto seem interested.I remembered her co-worker’s name,just in case Talia asked.I hated the cheap shots she tookat … [Read more...] about Speaking To Listen, By: Andrew Cyr