By James Aitchison Long before Ian Fleming, John Buchan, Graham Greene, Eric Ambler, Len Deighton and John le Carré, there was Erskine Childers.  His book, The Riddle of the Sands, published in May 1903, is arguably the first spy novel…

By: James Aitchison There are no wallsbetween life and the truthof your inner self.Eternal wisdom is yours now. The physical form of yourselfis not the finality. You do not have to wait until deathto see the truth beyond the obvious.Inner…

By: Jim Bates Northern Lights glowingSoft waves shimmering like dreamsWaiting to come true. Morning rain fallingSoggy wet flower headsBend in silent thanks. Early morning lightFlowers nodding in the dawnSerene peaceful calm. Aunt and Uncle’s cabinOn a lake overflowingWith good memories….

By Taylor Dibbert He didn’t know That he’d need to Write his way Out of the darkness But when he Met her There was a lot That he didn’t know, A lot that He never considered. ### Taylor Dibbert is…

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By Bruce Levine The Path Ahead The River Flow

By: James Aitchison The momentis here.While others weaveknots of resistance,you seek theeternal spirit within.Seek the truth,and in your sacrifices,gain peace.The late sea calls,and wisdom willcarry you far.

By James Aitchison Langston Hughes, the Poet Laureate of African America, had a great ear for rhythms and stress, able to propel ideas and demands for racial justice through urgent jagged verse, a “jazz” poet who harnessed popular music such…

By: Miss Debbie Ann Tunstall Prime I’ll lay amongst the sumptuous bunchPicking and pulling at it,Asking myself if it’s seasonedUnder swollen layers. How does it taste; ripeOr bittersweet?Enough for all your senses? I’ll yearn for you to devour it,Savor the…

By: Paweł Markiewicz I looked at the window of my villaand it was midnight.The brown cat meowed.He is the guardian of many blissful melancholies.He is the crimson memory of philosophers.He is a signpost for golden-hearted poets.I am tender ancient sage.I…