Fenghan Gao was an outstanding artist of the Qing Dynasty (1644-1912 AD). He had profound wisdom and was multi-talented; he...

  I fear no more the settling of the night Or mind its grey, evaporating shades; Mine ears are deaf...

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rjc_6R0ang8&feature=youtu.be   It was once thought that swallows wintered on the moon, or morphed into field mice beneath the autumn...

. by David Bellemare Gosselin Today, seldom is Edgar Allan Poe's voice heard as it's drowned out by the popular...

  Like feathered tip of swooping sparrow Our kinship cuts like that of arrows A brother’s love has weakened me...

In another lifetime I was William Blake When I saw his work That was my take He wrote about love...

The sparkle on the river, the lights from distant shore, the cold and bitter glitter, the beckoning of more, Is...

Those Days and These “‘. . . Macbeth does murther sleep.’” —William Shakespeare If only such a villain were __Alone...

  Between the trees, along the path I hear the woodpecker tap tap tap. Beneath the bridge, cyclists roll through...

Flower of Choice On native Australian flowers The wattle bears her gold in early spring As luminescent beads on woody...

  How wonderful of God to hold us together, When man is prone to tear us part, Said the surgical...

By Carter Davis Johnson In a period where American literature was considered peripheral and amateur, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807-1882) helped create...

Jeremiah 52 When Judah rebelled against the Chaldean horde, They sought to gain freedom without help from the Lord, Trusting,...

(All poetry by Bruce Dale Wise) Hylas and the Nymphs by Beau Ecs Wilder John William Waterhouse's "Hylas and the...

I’m born from a forked tongue’s hissing mutter, An ungrounded half-truth, forceless and tame. Just like a spark struck from...

  Sun slowly dipping in the western sky; the winds are light and the pine boughs tossing. From their warm,...

  A robin should fly south before the snow, With others in the flocks of migrant birds, Quite safe amid...

First Place ($500 Prize): C.B. Anderson, Massachusetts “Stonewalls Sometimes a Prison Make” “Praise for the Mother of Summer” “Meritocracy” "Verification"...

Read about last night's lunar eclipse here. Thoughts on January 31, 2018’s Complete Lunar Eclipse Reflected Glory, full and bright,...

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I wandered, drunk and weary, Over many a quaint and dimlit alley of forgotten...

  The Last Time I Saw Paris You have imagined how it was, I expect: Troy’s famous towers burning, the...

    Sort of Old I take my senior discount at restaurants and stores. I cover up my gray hairs...

At Lincoln’s Tomb Springfield, Illinois, 2016 Be glad you cannot rise to life and stand Outside that tomb to die...

Truman Capote was fired from his job as a copy boy for The New Yorker after he angered Robert Frost....

By David B. Gosselin The nature of the subject matter discussed in Dante Alighieri’s lyric poetry, his canzoni, has been...

By Brett Forester Writing but one fine, enduring poem is a remarkable achievement. Writing a book of great poems is...

  Stone Walls Sometimes a Prison Make What might have happened once in Carolina To folks whose only wish was...

  The Garden of the Gods A Cywydd Llosgyrnog When storm clouds hid the Manitou*, They cloaked invaders from his...

  Perked Coffee Things today are bad and getting worse, examples always seem to us abound: service for consumers seems...

Homer’s Iliad I.1-47. Translation in the epic hexameter, the meter of the Greek. Sing of the wrath, my goddess, of...

  Lips, soft as velvet, primrose pink, Are rent the blue of bruising ink. They rive and crackle in the...

  On Reading Ginsburg’s “Howl” Once, I possessed an open mind, Which I assure you was my own. I used...

By Evan Mantyk Advertising for it is everywhere. If you haven’t seen it, you just haven’t been paying attention. A...

  On President Trump’s First Year in Office An earlier version of this poem was published with an explication in...

  The Old Westerns No more heroes on horses named Trigger No more rugged, chapped, white hatted figures The bad...

We New Yorkers love our real estate. We measure our bliss by the size of our rooms. We all need...

  The Oddity My pen and me set off to sea but washed up feeling useless; the cadent swell invoked...

  Dreams as a Child Remember our lives in dreams as a child, When tingled excitement tickled inside, Surging in...

By James A. Tweedie These days, William Cowper (November 26, 1731 - April 25, 1800) isn’t likely to be found...

  Glacier Sleeping mistress of the land, Whose long repose the ages span, We tread across your fissured gown Until...