The Trojan War has finished its long course. Achaeans won by sneaking past the vaulting walls As if they were...

I wonder if I'll ever see a banished piece of Poetry of mine in print. I hope and pray and...

Across the trough o' th' mighty Hudson River at Poughkeepsie, New York, there's a cantilever bridge of steel, connected to...

Drums lie tilted, battered and still; Grass fires gutter; none are left to kill; Bitter smoke coils through leafless trees;...

Implicitly the Cosmos has design, Just as I hold the pattern in my mind Of how this sonnet’s feet and...

Written in May 2010 / Revised April 2020 Trumpets blast and Heaven opens, light shoots through, Gods of all the...

By Mary Byrom Last year, painter Erik Koeppel left New York City’s big art scene behind. He moved to a...

Steven J. Levin was born in Minneapolis MN in 1964.  His interest in art began early, when as a young...

Near a brief flash of lightning sits a bird, a white one on a gray and sloping roof, and rests...

God of men who’s dressed in white, Beard on face of long brown hair, Halo pattern traced in light, Nimbus...

An Oklahoma Nightmare Leashed from the continent, it flew— on 20 May 2013— and caught the currents of the airy...

In meadows green and pastures sweet, My love and I, we first did meet; She watched me tend my flock...

Pressure is what the loam feels when, buried and dis-tracted, it cannot function right; when it cannot get at the...

The Union army's futile frontal attacks on December 13 against entrenched Confederate defenders on the heights behind Fredericksburg is remembered...

Grains of Time Somewhere through the hour glass, slip grains of time, eroding fast. Past and present times collide, revealing...

The Ring for E. S. and W. S. "my precious," —Gollum, in The Hobbit, J. R. R. Tolkien   I...

I saw him standing at the gate of heaven. It was in a dream, but seemed so real I was...

Nothing to see here, they say each breath, People starving, as they feed us to death, Puppets on strings, all...

The Old Brown Carpet Hurray! I don't have to vacuum The old, brown carpet, anymore! At last, I managed to...

Like roaches fighting over baited trap we climbed and clambered, even pushed and shoved while scrambling for some nourishment like...

Exchange They go to take the heart of you, mark your skin & cut you through. With silk knives, their...

My love, accursed, will never let me go. I mourn your loss and all those wasted years. The wars that...

Come, tell me your story, master of prose. Use elements of the proper language To sway me to your side,...

Spirit of green engendered in liberty Sweeping across the glanded glades Tangled tree spirits in tarnished brief Dancing shades of...

Soft warm eyes searching, yearning full plump lips pouting and burning she looks upward in hope and desire burning inside...

A red-tailed hawk on a bridge railing looks fixed, loosed from its master. Reading one haiku, two bowls of strawberries...

As a gentle, outer light shines downward, a different, invisible light — that of spiritual illumination — shines into the...

How beautifully does Pisanello seize upon the Vision of Eustachius in paint, where all conjoins together in a whole to...

No one could recall When, in days of yore, The calm York River Had so breached its shore, Or where...

Department stores are nice But prices there are high If you've got lots of cash They've lots of things to...

Final Drip Sun’s broke through, it’s blinding. The crickets fade away, adjourn. The glowing, steaming mist falters; Creeps down to...

  Duffy Sheridan has been painting since he was a child. His father, also an artist, encouraged him to learn...

No Sweeter Spell Those things that I have told you, little things That no one else knows, things I’ve dared...

We suggest, but do not absolutely require, that poetry be metered in some fashion or have a similar number of...

Translated by Lan Hua The Yu Gong Valley - I Heading into a valley Quite simply traveling With nobody else...

(Featured Image: “Reraise, Douce!” by Timothy Reynolds. Charcoal and pastel, 10 by 11 inches.) NEW YORK—Imagine a place where a...

One Saturday in Boston, The Beacon of the Bay State. Many people went a'walkin' And came upon a mainstay: Disciples...

Steven J. Levin was born in Minneapolis MN in 1964.  His interest in art began early, when as a young...

What He and Michelangelo Know "There on the scaffolding reclines Michael Angelo." -Yeats The Hudson’s sunk in this great vale...

Storage Let us lug in more stuff Storage man mumbles hi First year by in a huff Second year wonder...