A delightful poem briefly detailing the evolution of Santa Claus. Image credits: Guideposts.org. ‘Twas the night before articles were due...

raindrops kiss my face the wind crawls under my sweater my sore feet barely move the bottom of my pants soaked it seems i don’t know what...

Light fingertips leave no trace on moss and lichen But they ghost over titles and birthdays, Mother, March, Sister, September. The army...