Most of Britain’s great writers are memorialized in Poet’s Corner in Westminster Abbey, and quite a few are buried there, including Chaucer, Blake, Browning, Dickens, Tennyson and Kipling.
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After cruising through the Panama Canal, we stopped in Cabo San Lucas at the tip of Mexico’s Baja California Penninsula. At the end of the pier was a tired old vessel.
A curtain was pulled back and figures emerged from darkness in a shaft of light—a half dozen cloaked musicians with medieval instruments.
By the spring of my junior year, it was time to do something about the abuse heaped on me by Coach Jenkins. The time for revenge had arrived
The lead character of the Gastar novellas meets King Stannis Baratheon and his trusted companions. Shevata leaned back in her chair inside her underworld office, frowning…
Phys. Ed. was my least favorite class at Wilcox High School. I’d managed to lose most of my excess weight, but I had yet to develop muscle tone.
I've writing on several occasions here about the realities of teenage texting as well as the risks associated with it. Here’s the truth
A handsome young man appeared in her doorway. “My lady, I was told I could find you here.” His voice shook a little and he seemed shy.
Oh. Wonderful. Quality of life is a good thing. Once mayors and pols and hopeful heroes and all saints ran on the joys and integrity of…
John Singer Sargent had no idea his portrait of Madame Pierre Gautreau would be the talk of Paris at the Salon, 1884.
Barney Davey has many years experience in the art print market and has held workshops in art marketing.
This was a labor of love. It brought me much closer to my Great Grandfather, Charley Dobyns. This book is loosely based on his life. My mother told me stories over the years about her Grandfather. He was a man of pioneering stock. He was a horseman and enjoyed the country life. I met him only once. I must have been about five years old. I can see him and my Great Grandmother telling us
Shevata felt underwhelmed by one of the most unassuming men she had ever seen. The tall, balding man strolled in with quiet confidence, wearing a button down shirt and trousers, with no weapons. Other than taking directions from the demon that led him inside, he seemed completely unafraid. He motioned to the chair in front of her desk. “May I?” She nodded and he sat, crossing his legs.
What are the Golden Years? Have you ever wondered where the term Golden Years originated from? The blockqoute above tells us. However, when I think of Golden Years, I imagine being bathed in light as I lollygag on a private beach. After years of serving our fellow men and women, the fortunate amongst us might get a golden watch or parachute – a way to retire in style
“And so it is, that both the Devil and the angelic Spirit present us with objects of desire to awaken our power of choice.” Rumi Weekly…