The Mad Farmer Liberation Front By Wendell Berry
Love the quick profit, the annual raise, vacation with pay. Want more of everything ready-made. [...]
Love the quick profit, the annual raise, vacation with pay. Want more of everything ready-made. [...]
I thought the earth remembered me, she took me back so tenderly, arranging her dark [...]
Not because of victories I sing, having none, but for the common sunshine, the breeze, [...]
What did you notice? The dew snail; the low-flying sparrow; the bat, on the wind, [...]
This poem really grabs me. It is amazing how truthful Mr Bukowski can be. Read [...]
The world has many seas, Mediterranean, Atlantic, but here is the shore of the one [...]
I came across this poem by Archibald MacLeish, a twentieth century poet, last evening. The [...]
THE LIBERATORS Here comes the tree, the tree of the storm, the tree of the [...]