By Elizabeth Spencer Spragins Poetry has been an integral component of Welsh culture for centuries. Indeed, the Welsh word “bardd”...

A Pantoum The wind, it sings through trees of pine The breeze, it sweeps my senses clear This day shines...

How much wheat can a woodchuck eat? Or cabbage, carrots, and peas, Spinach, parsley, peppers, and kale, Tomatoes, lettuce, n’...

The Rocky Mountain Pines Written in Rhymed couplets of Anapestic Tetrameter. In the mountains or plains, with the pine in...

By James Sale There are nine Muses of poetry, daughters of Zeus or some say Apollo, and the Titaness, Mnenosyne,...

Dancer the arch of her collarbone a bridge, her legs a throne, the clean and simple lines of her body...

  Saint Patrick was a green alien, He came from other parts. He was not a native Irishman But was...

  Celestial Teevee Something that’s always puzzled me: Does the Creator watch us on celestial teevee the way we watch...

By Evan Mantyk Last year, the College Board released a significantly redesigned Scholastic Aptitude Test (SAT). The SAT is used by...

Cold and Uncertain shaken and stirred; Flying through clouds so quickly they’re blurred. Hold, comfort and buckle me in; Make...

  Songbirds Sing (Triolet Sonnet) As songbirds sing with joy of spring, unfolding blossoms show their hues. From my front...

The Press is not the enemy, but Donald Trump is right; the Press is disingenuous; they cannot get it right....

By Dona Fox It was Friday night. I fought my way across the campus through special effects left over from...

or Mutatis Mutandis The mode of most catastrophe is gradually, then suddenly. Time slowly ratchets up the stress in states...

By Wilbur Dee Case One of the most unlikely poems of the Modernist period is that by Robert Frost: "The...

  The World Is Still Too Much Too much, and much too much, it still goes on: The men and...

By Evan Mantyk One week in mid-January this year, in the relatively obscure world of poetry, Joseph Charles MacKenzie’s “Pibroch for...

When I struggle for sleep, I dust off a classic and try counting sheep: Trouble is, my sheep show off,...

All photos by Mark Wyatt / All poetry by Alec Ream Chant of the Wooded Hall Chlorophyll concordant eaves Soaring...

Sonnet for an Arabian Autumn After William Shakespeare’s Sonnet 73 This time of year you will in me perceive When...

  Teaching the Inner Couplets of one Rumi Has left me truly desolate and gloomy. They say he’s great, this...

  This time of year makes it hard to believe in randomness. Maples flame up, then out, visible symmetry undressed...

Often I ponder things unseen Eons of light and mysterious beings The breathtaking fallout as stars collide A silent womb...

A Million Thoughts Based on the Holocaust testimony of Bertha Haberfeld By Surina Patel A million thoughts are rushing through...

Darkness No longer did they see the need For things called books they used to read. Music—no longer symphonies, But...

  Console her with the Atheist’s philosophy: ____Never mind! Your grandma’s dead. It’s Nature’s way of denoting an atrophy ____In...

  Heat waves frolic along the desert’s endless edge I hear the shuffling of camel’s toes The soft landing of...

Riven (A Rannaigheacht Ghairid) Once I dreamed Ospreys soared where salmon teemed. Frigid streams and waterfalls Frosted walls where glaciers...

  After college, in my job search I found A prestigious post in antiquities At the historic museum downtown (As...

  Winter’s Passing Now I can see no sky above your space, For dark clouds hide the blue that may...

Where was it that Alice went, One bright and shining day, A rabbit's lair, beneath the blare, A restless child...

. . Humble Shant My humble shant be free of strife Untroubled see my simple life Skiff and paddle, hat...

  Education:  To Be Continued ... There is no lack of opportunity For education in this spendthrift age, And boys...

  Says Simon Cowell (A Villanelle) “Which came first, the egg or fowl? This is what I’d like to know.”...

  Once Flew and Flown No More Such heights I once had seen and gusts of winds that caught my...

  Time (for Children) Time flies, as everyone knows and time marches on, as the saying goes and time will stand...

  Haiku "You are what you eat!" That's what all of the books say Then I guess I'm nuts!  ...

(thanks for your kindness) How like a star in a darkening sky, appears an unexpected friendly deed. How much more...

Mulched beyond bones, but reprieved, Wolfgang has a home in my mind, and he’s still bereaved. From his pauper’s grave,...

  On Super Bowl LI I went to bed. The Falcon’s made it 28 to 3 and yet I never...