Remember when the skies were blue And fear of war was but a phantom feint? But now that feint is phantom no more As undercurrents of the war

We're in that fortress on a hill The view is rightfully obstructed, And what we see is beautiful and ever so tempting. But we are...

The brook was especially quiet this morning The morning, however, was especially noisy

I grew up with great story tellers. Some of my earliest memories are walking with my grandfather in Chisinau at dusk, while he told me...

Another 9/11 is upon us It's the twenty-third one since 2001 The bell will ring precisely at the moment  When all hell broke loose And...