Joseph Pulitzer Junior High September 1959 – June 1961 I think we spoke but fifty words, all told. No more...

. . What Tolkien Said “...together through the ages of the world we have fought the long defeat.” Galadriel, of...

The poetry of Fray Angelico Chavez can be read here. By Joseph Charles MacKenzie Fray Angélico Chávez, O.F.M. (1910-1996) remains...

A Slice of Eden A mango tart broke my heart dark one stormy day because it said I'd be dead...

For Joseph Charles MacKenzie Herein lies silence and serenity, Along with untold tales of many men, Mixing mud and straw,...

  Another Cakewalk Mark Twain may not be safe to read, at least in public places, Because he gawks with...

  For honor! For valor! The battle stole and won Where up the soul arises down the barrel of a...

I could but of thy outward parts compose A symphony of sensuality, Thy subtler habits then to serve as notes,...

  The swollen hill is pregnant with the Spring, A promise of a resurrection day, A warm renewal, life in...

by Dusty Grein The Man The American poet Robert Frost was born on March 26, 1874, in San Francisco, CA....

  She remembers the first time his hand closed around her fingers, the smooth skin of youth and a slight...

  Narcissus Saw Himself Only Once “Due to the poor quality, high cost, and small size of these ancient glass...

  The birch, the elm, the aging spruce Cannot restrain the restless roots Of saplings drawn to the silent sound...

Note: Years ago I read an essay by R.P. Blackmur entitled “Lord Tennyson’s Scissors” which cited Tennyson for saying that...

  Progress We fill our landfills That we build sky high With electronic gadgets That we must all buy ......

When I speak of history I speak well; I leave behind the past where broken bones Lay scattered on blistering...

The Function of the Poet Tanslation by David Bellemare Gosselin God summons him in times gone awry When each can’t...

  Tikkun Olam*  His mouth agape, as though still asking questions, the Tsar lies at the end of his long...

  A Country Song (for my wife's birthday) I'm no longer young and strong and things take me twice as long Might...

Haunted, by a recurring memory, Suffocating, where gladioli grow, Gaunt, with grief, heart stilled, ever passionless, Those dream-filled nights, devoid...

  With sun seductive, blinding, thoughts of open rail reminding Of adventures held in albums, slightly faded, fondly worn; I...

  To do no harm, no deeds with base intent, To this end we must teach the little ones The...

  Kudzu* Yes, I creep to cover, smother, choking greenery like no other. I am Kudzu taking over places once...

  Upon a winter’s evening, The sun sits out of sight, While all the stars are dreaming, I peer into...

  Today I saw a little nest fashioned neat and trim, with plastic wrap, and grass and leaves entwined in...

  Row after row, steps rising from the river, Row after row, steps falling to the same, Rising, going westward,...

John Milton (Born December 9, 1608 – died November 8, 1674) was an English poet of the late Renaissance period. He...

(All poems by Bruce Dale Wise) Another Mass Murder in the News by Bilee Wad Curse He was an atheist...

  A Hardcover Book Carrying a hardcover book instead of a small electronic tool I get polite, benevolent smiles seemingly...

  Inscription on the Golden Gate, Constantinople (Translation) Commemorating Emperor Theodosius' Victory over the usurper, Maximus, at the Battle of...

  The golden days of late October fade As bleak November’s iron skies descend. When tresses, like the leaden clouds,...

  on a Maine mountain Here, my mind can cross the thoughts of birds; ___land on a summit’s fingertip or...

  Just west of old Ben Lomond, high and gray, a downy-heathered island on a loch did soak our feet...

  The Morning after the Parade On the terrorist attack on October 31, 2017 Most cowardly violence No moment of...

Sweet Recollections an awdl gywydd Tea time, just my mom and me… ___memories so sweet and dear, knowing I was...

Sonnet XXV: Ode to Autumn Of shadows long and light of rarest gold, Abundant bringer, harvester of land, Receive, O...

By David Gosselin The answer to the above question is of course no. Shakespeare and Dante are not dead because...

. “Under the rocks are the words, and some of the words are theirs.” -Norman Maclean Ask not the earth,...

  Canzone 4 For Bob Hunter I am your eyes now, imaging memories, Amiens, Ypres, Flanders and the Somme; And...

Autumn Haiku The red squirrel flits From brown bark to golden leaf He is not gone yet   Winter Acrostic...