. Folk Heroes We’re told to laud our new folk heroes, but they’re made up by woke zeroes. always stirring...

. Frivolity from Quality Her works of elegance and style create frivolity, When book producers cluelessly reject such quality. But...

. The Institute of Peace: Constitution Avenue, N.E. The Institute of Peace looks down on LincolnFrom high atop her perch...

. A Walk in Solitude I strolled a path in solitude As snow and frosty winds renewed. The night was...

. Song of the Heron by Ueda Bin (after the French of Emile Verhaeren) translated from Japanese by Yoshikaze Kawakami...

. A Taste of Northern New England I’ll never feel at home in Robert Frost’s Vermont—too many deconstructed walls, And...

. Forsythia Fading ---after Robert Frost and A.E. Housman Green leaves push yellow blooms away. Bold colors leave, their lives...

. On a Raging Storm Storms raged in the eastern U.S. in Spring of 2019. Is it a freak of...

. Ten Pennies Per Paper Poppy ---a childhood memory of Memorial Day Ten pennies per paper poppy I helped my...

. A Waltz of Longing In the heat of the day, we begin With a glance and a breath, cheek...

. The Genesis Wind ---written in the wake of Hurricane Milton I close my eyes to better gauge the gusting...

. Kissing Cousin I see her every two years, usuallyWhen someone dies or marries. And we kissAs if we were...

. Wedding Night by Christine de Pisan (1364--c. 1430)translated by Margaret Coats A sweet supremacy marks marriage;I prove it from...

. What the Caterpillar Calls the End ---for those who are becoming The light grew dim, the air grew still,...

. The Dyer’s Second Tale---A Medieval Heist Here beginneth the Dyer’s Second Tale . Part I The Third Crusade had...

. Sonnet XIII On days you do not need my sound embrace, When tenderness and warmth envelop you And Fortune...

. Sound and Fury . I. Of Farcical Requital He craved the slavish praise his patter wooed. His slick, linguistic...

. The Noble Train of Artillery ---from Legends of Liberty Volume 3 The cold, gray dawn illuminated flakes Of snow...

. Know Your Place __“Know your place!” In grammar school, that stung like mace.“To the corner!”—my timeout place. __“Know your...

. Apollo, Mnemosyne, and Poetry Chapter 9 from Gods, Heroes and Us (Bruges Group, May, 2025) by James Sale Our last...

. Spring Has Sprung Spring has sprung. It has begun--- _Birds nesting in the tree. It’s warm again. The cackling...

. The Poppy I walk a poppy universe, I rattle the hourglass’s isles, Where time slows down and turns to...

. Young Catherine’s Vision ---on St. Catherine of Siena Invested with the Dominican Habit by Giovanni di Paola A maiden...

. Sally  November rains brought to our basement door From the woods some pleading, needy eyes Staring from a fur...

. Today Like Yesterday by Gustavo Adolfo Bécquer (1836-1870) translated by Paul Burgess Today like yesterday, tomorrow like today: ___A...

. Bonanza The March of rains has staked its claim, its boast _To brag upon these thousand hills, and opened...

. Jargon The devil will manipulate, through jargoneers who fabricate non sequitur profundity tuned with the proper frequency that will,...

. Going Home to Campania I come back to my cool and quiet road, Testudo-shielded by umbrella pines, Where pavement...

. Size Lies Clothing manufacturers are fond of tricks today, Making female customers feel good in one slick way--- Whatever...

. The Water Closet An earthen pit, an outhouse stool, a chamber pot— We’ve long dispensed with these, the whole...

. Eternity If I could give her just one gift, What would she want that gift to be? Would she...

. The Spring Has Come The mating call of the black-capped chickadee (a North American songbird) sounds like "Hey, Sweetie!"...

. If You Ever Break Down If you ever break down somewhere far from your friends _And you stick out...

. FIRST PLACE . Captured Souls by Twila Brase Seized by force, a mighty throng The captured souls of the...

. Pressed for Time Though life is good, it doesn’t last that long, And so we’re always left desiring more....

. Ogre Food My parents, dear, although you love me so; and in your love, wish only for my best....

. May 12 is National Limerick Day in the United States, corresponding to Limerick-writer Edward Lear's birthday. Poet James A....

. Written in a Cubicle What spurs me, in this breathing grave of coffee mouths and cheeks unshaved, to stand...

. Back in the U.S.S.R. ---St. Petersburg, Russia. The present. Your borscht, Dmitri. Come and eat, smart boy. You asked...

. Genevieve Perhaps those languid eyes are looking up At angels hymning in the dove-grey sky, So soft and saccharine...