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Poetry is critical to a complete understanding of the First World War because in the years leading up to and…
Digging in the clutter I came across a literary game I played in the back of a college notebook. (I…
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I came across "The Consent" when I was exploring Howard Nemerov's life and work for some other posts. It seems…
Stickybeak NOUN: an intrusive, meddlesome, busybody, nosy parker who sticks their nose (beak) into other people's business. The act of…
First Grade by Ron Kortgee Until then, every forest had wolves in it, we thought it would be fun to…
We're not likely to be flying anywhere anytime soon so here's the next best thing: A trip back in time…
“I love borders. August is the border between summer and autumn; it is the most beautiful month I know. Twilight…
In his series of WW1 epitaphs, Rudyard Kipling comments on the all too common fate of a new soldier at…