Poetry

A Sonnet: On Love and its Time

By Katherine Colborn The aches that love will cause man’s heart are great, But none so hard to bear as time, the fiend Too late be loves that grow from biased hate Too swift are those which through mere lust are dreamed Like any two with love and lust be wild, Their questions posed are […]

Were it to be

By: Kevin Tighe Were it to be green: Green as the grenade, Green as the grass, Green as the past; . Were it to be green: Green as full paid cash, Green as the austere splash, Green as the caste; . Then, and only then, would it be a reality. Then—and only then—would it be […]