I hate those e-books. They can not be the future... they may well be... I will be dead.
Poetry is the rhythmical creation of beauty in words.
Words have no power to impress the mind without the exquisite horror of their...
With me poetry has not been a purpose but a passion.
I wish I could write as mysterious as a cat.
Madam C. J. Walker (1867-1919) was “the first Black woman...
It may be that which we call a rose by any other name would smell as...
True beauty is something that attacks, overpowers, robs, and finally...
