Classic Fiction

Warning on Halloween

Whoever rings my doorbell Might as well roam; I won't be there with cookies, I won't be home ...... More

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Saying Sorry

It was now a few weeks from Christmas, and I dug my hands into my pockets as I approached the Reb’s front door. A pacemaker... More

Halloween Visitor

Tonight when the moon is soaring high, And the broomstick set invades the sky, I'm expecting, as the wee ghosts moan, The only witch I've ever known.... More

The Color Chart

The color of yellow When the sun is young Is butter Melting on the tongue.... More

Western Hills

A hill, out West, grows lanky and lean, No soft grass on it, no flabby green, Sun-tanned, wind-wrinkled, leather-skinned land, Tough and wiry as an... More

Fall

Now is the drifting time when the leaves blossom, The sun of chrysanthemum in the soft blue sky. Slow dawn and hasty sunset seal the heavens. And a... More

Swift Summer

Running with summer was a race Till, far from the familiar town, He comes upon an altered place Of green now turning, bronze to brown; ... More

Song upon Maturity

Oh, now I need no longer fear Ingratitude, the jealous smile; For I have known the face of lies This bitter while.... More

Jet-Age Reverie

When last the circling sun went down You sat in silence by my side To watch the crimson colors drown In night’s advancing westward tide.... More

Watching Water

The emerald surf cascades in churning cream; The sea beyond is silent: in a dream Part colored by the moving wave and sky, And part by shadowed cloud... More

Innovation’s Cool

“When I was a young man, as young men will do, I loved innovation. Obsessed by the new, I would welcome each new thing as... More

Juggernaut

In celebration of Ray Bradbury's upcoming 90th birthday we revisit one of his classic short stories.... More

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