‘The Feast of the Nativity’ and Other Poetry by Steve Insalaco
The Feast of the Nativity ‘Twas the night before a brilliant star They roam the desert near and far, When...
Read moreDetailsThe Feast of the Nativity ‘Twas the night before a brilliant star They roam the desert near and far, When...
Read moreDetailsCarol They come slowly—loiter, you might say, Some with olive oil splashed on their bums, Others with enormous crooked thumbs,...
Read moreDetailsby James Sale Alessio Zanelli is a fascinating poet, and probably a fascinating man as well. This is his sixth...
Read moreDetailsFor many, the gifts are the be-all and end-all: the big screen, the tablet, the Barbie and Ken doll....
Read moreDetailsRecalling Christmas in the past: the time I mixed my drink— a cocktail, “Everything we have”… I puked at...
Read moreDetailsSara's Prayer* Take me beyond all thought and word, where only beauty can be heard. Then silently, before Your throne,...
Read moreDetailsCradled in my country’s corn-rich plains, North of the river, good and fertile land, There is a certain wood,...
Read moreDetailsChildhood Conjugation Our mother tongue’s a mile-long smorgasbord where children eat for free. With giggling ease they wolf down words...
Read moreDetailsThe Lonely Ghost Speaks Each night, upon the creaking stairs My footfalls make no sound As, sad and slow, I...
Read moreDetailsEach poem below describes a phobia. Guess what the person is scared of in each. For extra credit try...
Read moreDetailsThe Winter of Our Contentment Without the winter there would be no spring, No snowdrops, crocus, scilla, daffodils, Or...
Read moreDetailsIntruders Beware If you but knew what weakness lies concealed Within this adamantine outer shell— What woes, what worries I'm...
Read moreDetailsManichaeus, the 3rd century B.C. founder of the heretical religion Manichaeism, addresses the Zoroastrian god Ahura-Mazda Tremble, Ahura-Mazda! Be...
Read moreDetailsAn Aussie Christmas That joyous time has come to pass When summer’s heat warms man and beast, And wheaten fields...
Read moreDetailsHating Life after Ecclesiastes 2 Within my heart I said, “Come now, and I will test your soul with mirth.”...
Read moreDetailsIn Canto 8 the poet and Dante, accompanying him, encounter the next-door neighbour, Peter, who brutally murdered his wife...
Read moreDetailsGrimm Reckonings Summary Thoughts on Five Fairy Tales: A Sonnet Cycle Rapunzel I wish Rapunzel could have saved the...
Read moreDetails’Twas the Night Before Christmas ’Twas the night before Christmas and all through the malls there was widespread confusion and...
Read moreDetails. Rosemary, Cypress, Cedar, and Pine Rosemary and Cypress, and Cedar and Pine, Green waxen needles and skin of like...
Read moreDetailsMorning in England Morning in England: web and dew. The county matters not in name, nor distant city hid from...
Read moreDetailsRain, lapping at the windows fast, falls cold and ceaseless, painting lines of marble on the silvered glass while...
Read moreDetailsI think that I shall never see A tree that is invisible. The very thought is risible— Or maybe it's...
Read moreDetailsMy Adventskalender in Germany made Of paper and glitter has Heaven displayed Through twenty-four windows. Come open with me...
Read moreDetailsby T.M. Moore The hectic pace that defines the lives of most of us may be doing more than merely...
Read moreDetailsPerhaps the color of your world was dun, And you sank in your couch when work was done, To...
Read moreDetailsThere lies a way to heaven by that lake. My sickness gone, I fear no chilly mist; A redwing...
Read moreDetailsFrom cradle to the grave, From womb to musty tomb, The sanity I crave Is in a dining room...
Read moreDetailsThere Is a River There is a river that I know that flows through quiet meadowland Nearby a row...
Read moreDetailsby James Sale Sonnets, 2nd edition. Shanti Arts, 2020 Jesus and Eros, Bardsinger Books, 2014 Theresa Rodriguez is a relatively...
Read moreDetailsThe Plight of Animals The plight of animals, how must it be Ordained thus, either by a just God or...
Read moreDetailsby Caud Sewer Bile A deep state run by rulers lacking thought, a young, unschooled, and mad mob living...
Read moreDetailsAs I was strolling in a glade of green And paid but little thought to anything, I hardly knew...
Read moreDetailsReflections on a Dead Whale The sound of surf; the scratch of sand on feet; The sight of distant ships;...
Read moreDetailsPalermo’s great basilica is still— All prayers are tongueless for a lonely hour. Here high and holy silence can...
Read moreDetailsWhat might, what gold does Ithaca hold to vex us; Enthralled ‘till when, by whom, for what, and where?...
Read moreDetailsTranslations by Terry L. Norton. Original Latin by Phaedrus follows each. The Red Kite and the Doves When doves had...
Read moreDetails1. THEATRE Strolling Players Dancers, actors, acrobats! Stripey trousers, floppy hats! They weren’t born to swing a scythe, pay...
Read moreDetailsWinter's Call O, can you hear her? Yonder autumn days? A siren's voice, as silent steps she takes? Her nuanced...
Read moreDetailsOde to Leonidas, King of Sparta by Ian Williams Stern Sire and Father of the ancient West! Sacred, your primogeniture...
Read moreDetailsThe Rime of the Balanced Boxes after Samuel Coleridge's Rime of the Ancient Mariner Part I Now, the training time...
Read moreDetailsHi. Thank you very much, Mr Anderson, for your profound and poetic message of reassurance.
Hi Margaret. Thank you very much for taking the time to provide such in depth and nicely articulated feedback, I…
The poem has intriguing features, Brian, not yet much discussed because your social and emotional thrust takes the center of…
As I thought at the time, and told you not long after, Paul, these poems give an excellent perspective of…
Roy, thank you for this pleasant, tranquil poem. Of the things you mention, I choose fountains, writing pens, malls, and…
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