The school’s replica mold of Martin Luther’s face reminds me that I’m readying the plaster for the tradition that bears his name. In the last year of his life, Martin Luther King Jr.’s confidence in ...
He fought with dragons in the wilderness, The old Nick, he who had his way with Eve. Jesus, my grown son, now in Nazareth, In the synagogue, they never believed I mothered him. Crazy, the family ...
Patricia Kemmerick has a poem for the season. The Post Bulletin publishes poetry by local and area writers every Tuesday. Send poems to [email protected] with the subject line "Poetry submission." ...
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