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
Classic Fiction
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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
One-on-One with the Author: Ray Bradbury
RIP, Ray Bradbury. This Post interview ran in our magazine in 2009 along with one of Bradbury's short stories.... 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
Regardless
Sleep is the ax, I’ve heard men say...... More
Juggernaut
In celebration of Ray Bradbury's upcoming 90th birthday we revisit one of his classic short stories.... More
Contemplative Blossom
Sitting in silence for an hour, I watched the petals of a flower Unfold, the fragile tissue slowly Opening till the heart lay wholly Golden and perfect in the... More
Dangerous Gift
He went to the safe and ceremoniously handed him five hundred dollars as a wedding present. But, what was behind this strange act of generosity?... More
The Broken Music Box
Though sound has ceased Within this dainty box, Who will presume To say its music Has been totally released?... More
A Most Beautiful Model
This short work of fiction is just as entertaining now as it was 50 years ago when it appeared in the July 25, 1959, issue.... More
Fountains
Caged fountains through the starlit summer night Have tender voices, like a mother’s song, Or like a passing flock of birds in flight, While some the measure of... More
