My Grandfather-mining it made him blind and mystery of music almost gave him sight he would play by candle light ...

Learning to Flourish for Dan DeNicola Are we humans half empty or half full? A race of oxymorons, we’re wise ...

Imagine a childhood as tragic premiere. Unwashed, bruised, soiled clothing, still she’s a star. The cops and the guy passed ...

American oil painter Susan Fox has traveled the world on wildlife expeditions, photographing and painting her way through the pristine ...

The village school is cold and still. Its entrance gate is rusted shut, the playground overwhelmed by sounds of loaded ...

The Painter Transfixed, I bow before art’s magic splendour, enraptured by the glory of such hues, enchanted, charmed beyond all ...

There are so many different ways to behave And yet we often behave in just one. There are so many ...

A Squinting gaze through the fog and the haze A glimpse at a shimmer while in a daze Brief yet ...

Mycenae Passing through the lion-headed gate, years fall from her shoulders like heaps of old rags. Even in the innocent ...

Relatively young artist Erik Koeppel walks in the footsteps of giants from the Hudson River School. The below is from ...

NEW YORK—Shen Yun Performing Arts will begin its 2013 seasons in Buenos Aires, Agentina, on Dec. 13, bringing with it ...

Argument from Design God’s antelopes have eyes placed far to side And horizontal pupils, features they Employ to see wide ...

Sonnet If I could choose to quietly slip away and make my exit while your backs are turned I'd do ...

NEW YORK—As a fine arts painter, Stone Roberts had all the right conditions growing up, including severe myopia as a ...

The purple snail (Purpura patula pansa) is found in the Mixtec villages of the Oaxacan Coast in Mexico. The inhabitants ...

The Playground The playground stands beside itself In grey, and waits upon the hill. The books are stones upon the ...

Famous British writer, philosopher, and composer Roger Scruton reaches an above average level of aesthetic clarity here in this inspiring ...

Ballade for Trains They are no more, the whistles’ longing wails, Retreating like a stately, mournful queen. Where are the ...

At Rainbow's End At rainbow’s end, I looked for gold; And still I search, Alone and cold: The rainbow’s gone ...

She swings huge plates and spins colliders, Shoots particles at stars to drown, (Slides coins from ears and tax providers ...

Tipping Point In our millenium's first dozen years, they say we’re headed for a tipping point -- a disastrous sum ...

By Julie Catherine Vigna Sonnet III:  Beginnings In bare and dusty feet she wields her broom With none save cat, ...

Carrying a Torch for Rhyme Rhyming is out, some poets say You can’t express yourself that way For when you ...

By Loetta Meister   Virginity Tender petals Tightly curled Make a rosebud Not unfurled Tender hearted Little girl Petals waiting ...

Enough There is a God sized hole within the innermost regions of every soul. Its dark, and it is deep, ...

I’ve heard it said more than once now about today’s art market and it’s worth repeating: the emperor has no ...

Chasing the Devil I’m losing sight of what I want. I’ve lost the things I need. Danger one step ahead ...

By Neal Whitman The reckoning at end of day. Upon a bench two minstrels meet to split the payment equally. ...

A Cold Truth If Love can move mountains I could move the Earth My Heart as a fountain We would ...

Seed Pot Seed corn, broodmare, hen: Half the earth is green, half brown. Man must plan for planting in spring ...

Postcard Gallery Thumbing through glossies gleaned from countless trips – Old Master paintings, drawings, and prints reduced to four-by-six impressions ...

Below is an excerpt of the last ten stanzas of Lord Byron's ‘Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage,’ published originally in the 1810s. ...

Dawn Drums They march again to war, Sniffling, shuffling, voices muffled, Through dawn's uncertain door Youth and man, rich and ...

Villanelle Vows All that is in this delightful garden grows, Should happy be, and have immortal bliss.       Edmund Spenser, ...

Street Idyll Calm is she who sits in white Because the source of her delight, Wherein the street relucts to ...

Poetry For The Common Man No wonder poetry won’t sell, Since authors write it for themselves; And most of it ...

Into The Mist This shadow life passing away, mute requiem of falling snow, a prayer to end the mortal day; ...

By Michael Zakian In a remarkably short period of time, Jeremy Lipking has emerged as one of the country’s premier ...

By A. Michaelle Yarbrough The music of the crescendo plays so sweet As she moves across the floor so gracefully ...

NEW YORK—Earlier this month, a man walked into the Tate Modern, in London. He walked up to a painting by ...