I stand here, silent, Staring at the two paths before me. I search for some truth, Some outward sign that one choice is better. I worry...

A small young girl peered in the gleaming glass of her mirror. The tears shining like mother of pearl ran down her cheeks As the pain...

White petals blooming amongst the green leaves, Varying shades of pink on rosebud trees, The birds have returned from the south to sing,...

One day I set out on an adventure and hiked all alone at the day’s closing. The sun was setting as the moon peeked out Above the curtain...

The sun wakes day after day Sending forth its rays To water the plants with light. Tender green shoots rise and fall Some small and some...

Larry Seymour at Art Crossing in downtown Greenville, South Carolina. In a small shop along the Reedy River hang images of lions, hyenas,...

The iridescent glass beside me Opens up to a world I know well— The garden of my childhood years. The place where dreams and ideas dwell....

Hughes Main Library Branch in Greenville, South Carolina Marcia Moston never thought that moving materials to another section of the...

You were once in my life long ago And though there is little I recall There are images that will not leave This young persistent head of...

Did you see the sunrise this morning? It was glorious. Rich in peach, pinky hues, the clouds splayed out across the sky reflecting the...