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...

The Society of Classical Poets is holding its first Poetry and Culture Symposium at the Princeton Club in Manhattan, on...

  Today poetic form is ostracised. It’s stifled and suppressed, deemed obsolete; classed as archaic, stuffy and effete, a vestige...

’Twas just a fleeting moment when our journeys crossed, When you were walking roadside, munching on the moss, On Christmas,...

Where the Heart Goes Where the heart decides to go, The feet must go along. The heart is first to...

  The Canada Geese used to migrate each year. They’d summer up there and spend winter down here. Their nests...

District E for former Greenpeace Activist Patrick Moore by Eric Awesud Ble It always was at night when people simply...

Wings Oh, to catch the winds of flight And soar where eagles go, To leave the woes of troubled souls...

  The Graeco-Roman historian Lucius Dio Cassius, in his Roman History, describes “dark dinners” that were given by the emperor...

When we listen To his sweet song, Did he then know It'd live this long? A song that gives To...

The Melancholy Snowman Though stony-eyed, I watched the finches glide. The chimney smoke, the builder slide, At night, I gave...

  The Water of Life To die Of thirst Is nigh The worst And saddest way A life may end,...

April 18, 2019 is Poem in Your Pocket Day, part of National Poetry Month. On this day, people are encouraged...

  It seemed a wolf had terrorized the town. Well, isn’t that what wolves are wont to do? The people...

translation from Italian by Luigi Pagano Maybe because you are the image of eternal peace O evening, you are welcomed...

In the Garden In Paradise there is a place where ruby-colored roses grace the trellises of precious pearl - so...

Curve It’s just a simple curve, gouged by a string to make a tidy border in between the walkway and...

That I Might Learn to Love a villanelle That I might learn to love I sorely prayed with hopes that...

The following are excerpted from James Sale's upcoming book Divine Comedies.   Exit from Hell I did well in life....

  When May became P. M., she had a doggéd view - Her Parliament majority would fly us through: All...

  The Pregnant Woman The Pregnant Woman nests a baby seed Who's ever pressing on her very core While her...