I Pray It’s Not Too Late I’ve walked in the eye of a hurricane Safe between its walls of rain...

Where lightness finds the passage through the dark the thoroughfare of dimness, where we’ll soar about the sun undone, unborn...

—a sonnet of differing with Keats Behold this naked truth, and say not Beauty: a body splayed, nailed cruelly to...

Wake to this dawn like no day before you. Rise to this morning like no other morn. Night is now...

Clouds skip away from the full shine of the full moon The palace is lit up The maestro lifts his...

April 2013 The snow has thawed; it's Spring again Crickets sing to the beat of rain The sky is dark,...

Faery Dust Anarchy With winds awhistling through the trees and air sprites dancing on the breeze, you'll hear the pipes...

The Preface to the Poems Composed at the Orchid Pavilion is the most famous Chinese calligraphy work of Wang Xizhi,...

The Artist's Statement on Horses: I have always believed that nature lends itself to man. The horse has contributed more...

From Dante, to Beatrice In your father’s garden we first met, a pair in exile, two children playing without a...

He's placed dramatically center stage by Benjamin West—Benjamin Franklin. His gray hair flies. He's getting on in age. Electricity coming...

(Minghui.org) Ms. Fu Ying, a Falun Gong practitioner and gifted poet from Liaoning Province, was recently illegally arrested by police...

One night-crawler out on this sparkling court, Dried-up and shriveled, overdone, not red, Neglected to take heed, or to report...

Click here for more riddles I. My mirror image never is that far, I have five different points just like...

They aren’t mine, these flabby folds of flesh. I have no clue why they have chosen me As target of...

The lake cradles symmetries of spring trees. The sky scries the membrane of wide waters: unseen breezes, like me, are...

Woe is a work that seeks to engage its viewers in the universal emotion its title suggests.  This man is...

The urge for civility in war is noble and worthy. In an epic poem written over 2,500 years ago, even...

Is outsourcing to foreign countries a good thing or bad thing? The gradual demise of American manufacturing seems to be...

The End of the Party The blood-red dragon struggles To keep China locked, To keep the whole world huddled, ‘Cow’-towed,...

On "Kaaterskill Creek" by Erik Koeppel for the memory of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow The site is downstream from the Kaaterskill...

One of the oil paintings in the Art of Zhen, Shan, Ren International Exhibition is titled “Fortitude” and depicts a...

In Niagara by Frederick Edwin Church, immediately one’s taken in to the great falls. From a remarkably precarious perch, one’s...

“Granma died, my ex tried suicide,” you confide in me, your credabil- ity nil for one more dark excuse is...

(The Epoch Times)—The Chinese photojournalist Du Bin, who was released in July after a month’s detention by police, has published...

Young knucklehead: Today you’ll bruise your thumb To harden you to pains to come; The sun will burn; the heat...

Goddess sleek and draped in white, Flowing wisps of long brown hair, Halo hat of holy light, Cherubs floating everywhere....

How weird and eerily appears, that solar surge, Aurora Borealis, 1865, by Hudson River School's Frederic Edwin Church. The skyscape...

Art Speaks is the Epoch Times’ global art exploration project. Here we explore works of art created before 1900 from...

The Three Little Pigs —a story retold There were three little pigs, one, two, three —roly-poly and pink, as pink...

Avocado Grove On dry, withered leafs Until drizzle leaves Sitting silently The fruit’s ripe, big crops Giant green rain drops...

Nearby a wasp lights, twitching its pointed stinger in the summer heat. As I drive my car, an eagle flies...

They operate contrary to the rules of common sense that we hold dear as proof that what we know is...

The Farmer’s Wife He may as well be sitting on a piece Of junk john-boat out on some open lake....

1.  In 373, at Antioch, Jerome asked himself if he were not a disciple of Cicero rather than Christ, his...

By Christine Lin NEW YORK—How could staring at a canvas barely two square feet transport a person to the hillsides...

Bereft of the poetry of his soul The knight took refuge in the house of death Into darkness he went...

A disturbing riddle was told to me: “The city of evil that starts with ‘B’ That has six more letters...

The chicken crossed the road I heard. Which was so silly, so absurd, Especially for so dumb a bird. But...

Alone, I take a flight to see some friends, I gaze out over ocean from the clouds and marvel, as...