A poem by North Georgia author Joe Cobb Crawford has been chosen by GPS editors to publish in their 2022... Read More

Keats asked that question.He said he was the man,An equal to the King, or the poorest beggar.Between Plato and the... Read More

I feel it growas the past lets go…that flameat the base of my heartBurning away the leatherthat has held it... Read More

I have wondered why, with all the folksin this worldthere is not much interestin poetry.Computers? Internet? Facebook? Twitter?Illiteracy? Ignorance? Insensitivity?... Read More

Sometimes I think of you and it almost makes me crySometimes I think of you and all I can do... Read More

She was brave and courageous but not in a fighting way, unless need be.She is brave because she chose herself... Read More

Beneath crossroads red light sat boot—stark, wornCrawling traffic stops and goes, then movement stallsViewers gawk, drivers smirk, blissful blow hornQuestions... Read More

One day I will read Byron, Keats, Shelley and be ashamedof what I do not know.One day I will write... Read More