On the 5-7-5 syllabic structure of the haiku It can be hard to Find the exact sequence of Words that fit in it On the things which make a haiku a haiku, properly-so-called Haikus are supposed To...

When we returned from exile, I arrived to receive Not restitution, no respects paid, nor recompense — O, but A mass gesture of dismissal, something cynical-naive Reform which rang, we're told, as...

Mirror, Mirror, In my room: Who's this eerie Face of gloom? With empty eyes so sunken And a cruel, deceiving grin, He's the face of anarchy When my weaker side gives in. He whispers...

1: The First Night We Met The first night I met you, the cold winds were unforgiving. The trees danced, rapidly swaying back and forth to a violent beat outside my window. You approached me, cold and...

I Am The Sun By: Jazz Padgett I am the sun, and you are the clouds. Although you hide me at times, I am always here. My skies have been clear and many times dark. Sometimes you can't see...