We shake our heads, and wonder, “Why?” aloud each time some speeding truck plows through a crowd, or grinning...

A Poet’s Lament - for Charles Southerland, whose brilliant prose style I so painfully tried to imitate and incorporate Nobody...

White Is A Color, Too It seems strange to have to say this After what that great man taught, Yet...

by Lew Icarus Bede The way I dealt with T. S. Eliot's The Wasteland was to write a poem, equally...

by David Watt I recently came across the following “square poem” attributed to Charles Dodgson (better known as Lewis Carrol)....

Congratulations to contest winners David Whippman (First Place), Randal Burd (Second Place), Theresa Rodriguez (Third Place), and Dusty Thorne (Fourth...

A Journey to the East by Evan Mantyk is a historical and poetical fairytale adventure styled after Journey to the...

Bunny by Sally Cook Indebted to a simple spark of life, You missed your chance at Europe’s wondrous door. A...

  I woke this day from napping, and I saw you lying there, Across the room, upon a couch, asleep...

  With lifeless smiles she's sitting tight in the vase. With painted flowers, leaves and twigs she's like a dressed...

Winners announced here! Write a short poem that begins with one line from any Shakespeare play or poem. The poem...

Riddle No. 1 So astounding is this part— A major muscle, like your heart. And so astonishing its job, Without...

Irrelephant Within the room there’s something big, But management ignores it. A redwood tree, not tiny twig? Concern they haven’t...

  Dust to lust to disgust to trust to must to just to dust.     Wm. Walters is a...

Some People Did Something On Rep. Omar's reducing the 9/11 terrorist attacks to "Some people did something" Some people swallowed...

Streamlined In some alternative reality I have remained unmarried, all alone. Would that have been a better way for me...

  This poem recounts the famous mythical battle, “Centauromachy.” It unfolds in the ancient home of the Lapiths in the...

  —from A Gallery of Ethopaths What generates the half-assed views That this dimwit nation spews? Why are persons mindless...

  For Lori Kaye and Riley Howell I sing in praise of Lori Gilbert Kaye. When racist hatred paid a...

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f9LEnZ9T4F0&feature=youtu.be&app=desktop When I Have Fears That I May Cease to Be  by John Keats When I have fears that I...

Epigrams on the Decay within Academia   Liberal Artifice "Progressives," through advanced miseducation, Have shaken our fair land to its...

Read the poetry of the recently departed John Whitworth at Trinacria or The Poetry Archive. by Sally Cook Any ordinary...

An Ode to Rosencrantz and Guildenstern 50 Years Later A Poetic Summary of Tom Stoppard’s Award-Winning Play As Seen Through...

Venting Be angry, and do not sin. —Ephesians 4.26 We're told a large volcano roils and seethes beneath the soil...

On Time’s Memory Time is a sieve of our own brand. A net Made not to catch but to let...

The Fall of the Fourth Estate a rondeau The Media: the Fourth Estate* Performed disgracefully of late: Delivering the news...

Translation by Matthew Wildermuth Note: In the time of its composition—the first decade of the 13th century—Tristan was already a...

  Birthday Apology William Shakespeare was born April 26, 1564 If all the world’s a stage, and all the men...

Towards the End of Chinese Communism Through Shanghai’s packed glissando peaks and Beijing’s glossy miles, As though to keep out counter...

Here shut behind an oaken door I stay, left in a room paneled with times long gone, and learn to...

Gallipoli, 1915 There are none left on earth can ever tell At first hand of this mortal waste of war...

  I face the day with unexpected strength, to know we’ll meet when the sun has disappeared. Your hand in...

  O, curse Zahran Hashim and, yes, Abu Mohammad too, for evil at the Shangri-la and Batticalao, just two, of...

  Tosspot tulip, withered, bowed and bent; __Severed stem embedded in a vase. __Natal bed a now-forsaken place. __Glory passed;...

  It is a moment or a spot in time, When time is quieted and put away; A simple thing...

A special holiday post featuring "My Cross" by Joe Tessitore of New York, New York; "Pietá" by Tonya McQuade of...

They fell into a numbing sleep Perchance to darkly dream. The kettle for their tea was boiling; The plants were...

  Luckily for the bereft grieving through darkness alone, dawn is abundantly deft at its medicinal tone. When a new...

The Cathedral, Burning by T. M. Moore Flames wreck the walls and ceilings that had stood for centuries, scorch ancient...

  The Life That Is Not Life “I’m getting ready for my trip now.” —Aurelia Brouwers (who chose to be...