Surely now, the Blessed Virgin would cure Aunt Rose of polio.

There comes a day When you realize That some people are temporary.

maybe we love them because they can hurt us.

In Knossos there was no way to write love

Nearly 1,000 poems poured in this year for America’s annual Foley Poetry Contest from writers of all ages.

I know not to tell you that one day you’ll be better, so instead I tell you this: