‘The Trojan War’ by Evan Mantyk
The Trojan War has finished its long course. Achaeans won by sneaking past the vaulting walls As if they were...
Read moreDetailsThe Trojan War has finished its long course. Achaeans won by sneaking past the vaulting walls As if they were...
Read moreDetailsI wonder if I'll ever see a banished piece of Poetry of mine in print. I hope and pray and...
Read moreDetailsAcross the trough o' th' mighty Hudson River at Poughkeepsie, New York, there's a cantilever bridge of steel, connected to...
Read moreDetailsDrums lie tilted, battered and still; Grass fires gutter; none are left to kill; Bitter smoke coils through leafless trees;...
Read moreDetailsImplicitly the Cosmos has design, Just as I hold the pattern in my mind Of how this sonnet’s feet and...
Read moreDetailsWritten in May 2010 / Revised April 2020 Trumpets blast and Heaven opens, light shoots through, Gods of all the...
Read moreDetailsBy Mary Byrom Last year, painter Erik Koeppel left New York City’s big art scene behind. He moved to a...
Read moreDetailsSteven J. Levin was born in Minneapolis MN in 1964. His interest in art began early, when as a young...
Read moreDetailsNear a brief flash of lightning sits a bird, a white one on a gray and sloping roof, and rests...
Read moreDetailsGod of men who’s dressed in white, Beard on face of long brown hair, Halo pattern traced in light, Nimbus...
Read moreDetailsAn Oklahoma Nightmare Leashed from the continent, it flew— on 20 May 2013— and caught the currents of the airy...
Read moreDetailsIn meadows green and pastures sweet, My love and I, we first did meet; She watched me tend my flock...
Read moreDetailsPressure is what the loam feels when, buried and dis-tracted, it cannot function right; when it cannot get at the...
Read moreDetailsThe Union army's futile frontal attacks on December 13 against entrenched Confederate defenders on the heights behind Fredericksburg is remembered...
Read moreDetailsGrains of Time Somewhere through the hour glass, slip grains of time, eroding fast. Past and present times collide, revealing...
Read moreDetailsThe Ring for E. S. and W. S. "my precious," —Gollum, in The Hobbit, J. R. R. Tolkien I...
Read moreDetailsI saw him standing at the gate of heaven. It was in a dream, but seemed so real I was...
Read moreDetailsNothing to see here, they say each breath, People starving, as they feed us to death, Puppets on strings, all...
Read moreDetailsThe Old Brown Carpet Hurray! I don't have to vacuum The old, brown carpet, anymore! At last, I managed to...
Read moreDetailsLike roaches fighting over baited trap we climbed and clambered, even pushed and shoved while scrambling for some nourishment like...
Read moreDetailsExchange They go to take the heart of you, mark your skin & cut you through. With silk knives, their...
Read moreDetailsMy love, accursed, will never let me go. I mourn your loss and all those wasted years. The wars that...
Read moreDetailsCome, tell me your story, master of prose. Use elements of the proper language To sway me to your side,...
Read moreDetailsSpirit of green engendered in liberty Sweeping across the glanded glades Tangled tree spirits in tarnished brief Dancing shades of...
Read moreDetailsSoft warm eyes searching, yearning full plump lips pouting and burning she looks upward in hope and desire burning inside...
Read moreDetailsA red-tailed hawk on a bridge railing looks fixed, loosed from its master. Reading one haiku, two bowls of strawberries...
Read moreDetailsAs a gentle, outer light shines downward, a different, invisible light — that of spiritual illumination — shines into the...
Read moreDetailsHow beautifully does Pisanello seize upon the Vision of Eustachius in paint, where all conjoins together in a whole to...
Read moreDetailsNo one could recall When, in days of yore, The calm York River Had so breached its shore, Or where...
Read moreDetailsDepartment stores are nice But prices there are high If you've got lots of cash They've lots of things to...
Read moreDetailsFinal Drip Sun’s broke through, it’s blinding. The crickets fade away, adjourn. The glowing, steaming mist falters; Creeps down to...
Read moreDetailsDuffy Sheridan has been painting since he was a child. His father, also an artist, encouraged him to learn...
Read moreDetailsNo Sweeter Spell Those things that I have told you, little things That no one else knows, things I’ve dared...
Read moreDetailsWe suggest, but do not absolutely require, that poetry be metered in some fashion or have a similar number of...
Read moreDetailsTranslated by Lan Hua The Yu Gong Valley - I Heading into a valley Quite simply traveling With nobody else...
Read moreDetails(Featured Image: “Reraise, Douce!” by Timothy Reynolds. Charcoal and pastel, 10 by 11 inches.) NEW YORK—Imagine a place where a...
Read moreDetailsOne Saturday in Boston, The Beacon of the Bay State. Many people went a'walkin' And came upon a mainstay: Disciples...
Read moreDetailsSteven J. Levin was born in Minneapolis MN in 1964. His interest in art began early, when as a young...
Read moreDetailsWhat He and Michelangelo Know "There on the scaffolding reclines Michael Angelo." -Yeats The Hudson’s sunk in this great vale...
Read moreDetailsStorage Let us lug in more stuff Storage man mumbles hi First year by in a huff Second year wonder...
Read moreDetailsHere's what's a sort of an independent research and home-schooling anthem, written when I thought the damage to my toes…
Gigi, I share the concern for storing my life's work on The Cloud via One Drive. In fact, I deleted…
Completely agree with you Joseph, just a poor attempt at humor.
It was called "The Basal Vocabulary List." There was nothing wrong with the idea as a minimum that had to…
That is a wonderful sonnet, Cheryl. The chevron geese is one of several endearing images. Thanks for the read.
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