Month: January 2022

. Plum Blossom Blessings The pine, bamboo, and plum are winter’s friends, Yet plum trees bloom to overcome the chill ...

. Starbucks Villanelle Will someone call an order for Elaine? I have a bunch of stuff I need to do. ...

. The 10 Best Love Poems of 2021 What makes a great love poem? Love is such an emotionally charged ...

. The Blood of Revolution  The blood of revolution fills my veins; Of those who fought to sever tyrant’s chains, ...

. Tel Shikmona Mosaics here surprise: you wouldn’t know, tramping on thistles, dry late-summer stubble and tripping over rubble, stumbling, ...

. My Mother’s Eyes We took a ride into the countryside to search for bluebells but we first saw phlox. ...

. Sir Percival A quiet desperation lives within my soul: to find the Holy Cup, the Grail; to touch something ...

. Solitude by Wilhelm Müller (1794-1827) | from German by Joseph Greene As when a cloud is darkened And drifts ...

. Never Again Never again, beneath the sun Would mortal beings come undone. A pledge arose and soared on high--- ...

. Bach in Heidelberg for Marjorie Bach’s chorus didn’t leave us much to say After the Easter Monday concert in ...

. You Are Too Far from Me Send me your love for I’ve nothing to write,And my words are vacant ...

. The Attempt to Curse J.K. Rowling Once upon a time the stars aligned To strike a writer bound for ...

. The Demons of the Night All since she left me I have lived in fear Of creatures dwelling in ...

. The Two Corteges by Joséphin Soulary (1815-1891) | translated from French by Hadyn Adams Within a church two groups ...

. On the Cost of Doing Evil I care not if the sky burns red and human flesh is seared. ...

. Toasting Burns    His words ring out from windswept glens. __They lilt from lapping lochs. I see love through his red-rose lens; __I ...

. Dystopia Reality is never what it seems To be.  It hides itself in shrouds of mist, In bulging envelopes ...

. Mourning the Dead by Li Qingzhao, Southern Song (1084-1155) | from Chinese by Talbot Hook Above in the heavens ...

. The High Cost of Low Prices Poetry is what I treasure. Books of poems give me pleasure, but my ...

. The Joys of Spring a pantoum It’s here—sweet long-awaited spring. New blooms smell lovely; skies are blue. The trilling ...

. Disambiguation As in the dawn the nature of the beams Of light invading chambers---how they glint, Conceal with shade, ...

. To Tchaikovsky by A.N. Apukhtin (1840-1893) | Translated from Russian by Olga Dumer With my musician friend’s departure A ...

. The English Cantos: StairWell Canto 4 Leaving a broken relationship of the past behind in Canto 3, the poet ...

. Rescuing Contemporary Poetry from Vers Libre The conservative & informal vs. the free Before addressing my thesis, let me ...

. The Heroes of Beijing on the Jan. 21 movie premiere of Unsilenced, just days before the Beijing Winter Olympics ...

. Apocalypse The fractured sky splits, flaming at the edge— The earth heaves upwards in explosive wrath. No eye can ...

. To Sleep, to Sleep by Friedrich Hebbel | translated from German by Sean Thompson To sleep, to sleep and ...

. Self-Exile "Parue—nec inuideo—sine me, liber, ibis in urbem.” —Ovid While driving underneath I had to pray: the tunnel, God, ...

. Black and Red Within a latent, pathless peak, A mountain’s womb begins to leak The flicker of a fervent ...

. O, Brother Surveillance permeates us now,__George Orwell saw it coming.Stamped social credits mark our brow,__the cityscape is humming, The ...

. The Winter Games Go On Although detainees must sleep in cramped cells on cement floors, and though they must ...

. Lockdown The day sprawls wider than a yawn, a mouth that sucks a ticking clock, a door that lets ...

. Sonnetized “Why poetry?” My chair leans in his chair And slides me a sabbatical-swelled smirk. The past nine months ...

. Living The Dream   “I look to a day when people will not be judged by the color of their ...

. Martin Luther King, Jr. Meets Today’s Left How would the Left see Dr. King Just what reaction would they ...

. I Grieve Bleak Streets I grieve bleak streets where handguns reign in terror Daring inner-city residents To duck and ...

. Let It Bleed My family believes a puzzle piece is missing, that it’s me and if they snap it ...

. A Truthful Triolet I want the truth. I want to trust The words that trip from lips that lied. ...

. Obsession an Alfred Dorn sonnet As candles gently glow in amber light The picture centered high upon the wall ...

. Caring Now, while Winter’s noisy emptiness moans In the flue, Dearest, look out at all these Somberly unimpatient silent ...