• February poetry class, Martin Luther King, Jr. and Favorite Places

    Favorite Place to Go Away Away Away to my bed where only I stay and to where I sleep the day with no more worries, just sit and read stories, until I’m no longer restless.…

  • Poet Laureate honors city manager

    Milton’s Poet Laureate Marc Livanos honored Milton City Manager Brian Watkins at the Milton High School Coffee House poetry event Tuesday, January 23rd. Livanos dedicated the Blackwater Literary Journal Volume III to the city manager,…

  • Do the Right Thing, January poetry

    What have you done?   There’s really kind people in the world that do many nice things.   And people always come and ask me what’s the nicest   thing I’ve done to help someone.…

  • Holiday poetry class

    Santa, Santa I wonder what you think on Christmas day when you bring my gifts.   I wonder, wonder what you want a want – gift or cookie.   Cookie, Cookie maybe Ginger Bread house…

  • Poetry Class December helpings

    Faith I believe in God because He gets me through a lot. Everyday I look up to Him and say let those obstacles go away. Mykah McQueen   Friends and Family I believe in family…

  • Poetry Class November 17, 2017

    Just For You If kisses were raindrops, I’d send you showers. If hugs were seconds, I’d send you hours. If smiles were water, Id send you a sea. If love was a person, I’d send…

  • Poetry Class October 20

    Relationships Relationships are fun when your young and usually just games.   But heartbreak comes with serous emotions as you get older.   Sometimes, no relationship is better than being in an unhappy one.  …

  • Poetry Class October 11

    Bullies Bullies are rude. It makes people change moods. I stand up to bullies. Most bullies are fools. Amiah Hamilton-student       Prejudice Once sprayed with hoses and hit with bats, we sat in…

  • Milton by Dani Martin

    MILTON It sits on the bank of the River, this small town with a Big heart. Welcoming all with Its southern warmth and grace. A town who honors its fallen With reverent pride, forever Grateful.…

  • Waiting by Marc Livanos

      Waiting   Remember our talks, mother and son.   I’d call, waiting for your southern twang,   You’d pause, listening to carefree thoughts.   The oft forgotten, happy-go-lucky son.   Told to drive at…