. Jupiter Hammon’s Christmas Poem by Michael Curtis 1761 was a slow, yet interesting year for poetry. The imposter Macpherson...

. Home for Christmas Beneath the sinking skies I ride, a traveler on his way,           ...

. The Story the Stars are Retelling ---to the tune of 'Sterling' When burdens are heavy and Christmas is near...

. The Interview “Respect my grammar rules or else,” K said, “This interview will be extremely short. Or better yet,...

. Dim and Not He carries one white candle in the space Beneath cathedral vaults. He has to hold His...

. Be Still and Know . . . Gulls brawl over a chip and squawk. __Waves wash shell shards on...

. Full Circle From age to age how long the fray’s been fought Tween those who seek the Truth on...

. Song of the Sophist a pantoum I tiptoe past all that is true--- The facts never matter to me....

. The Most Impactful Hate It’s fun now to listen to every Trump haterWho tries to explain how a racist...

. Aubade: Composure The first light tints the eggshell walls From dimmest grey to violet, And light-spokes through the window’s...

. The Lonely Sailor No sailor is so lonely __As one who rows alone Across the vast and battered seas...

. A’sailin’ ‘Twould seem quite true I never was __the captain of this ship, though in my youth I did...

. Come, Spring When by the winter cold we’re most oppressed, mere thoughts of spring’s arrival make us smile. We...

. The Wreath Circle of green— What does it mean? Never ending, Ever bending. It’s hope that’s vernal And faith...

. Intersubjective Bootstrap If all life is a dream, is it your dream or mine? __And why should our two...

. Journalists Live in a Fantasy World If you like fiction, then turn on the news. You will hear journalists...

. Let’s Just Say A friend of ours was asked by some reporter how he viewed the war his only...

. Imitating Shakespeare’s Sonnet 107 . Sonnet 107 __by William Shakespeare Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soul Of...

. A House in Winter Preternaturally silent, still.The omnipresent biting chill, And deepest, darkest night surround.The snow’s soft crunch, the...

. A Simple Prayer Crown my head in gray, dear Lord, __And bless my tangled tongue. Return to me the...

. Sharpton He talks his walk and walks his talk and then He walks his talk and talks his walk...

. I Saw An Angel Weeping I saw an angel weeping In the graveyard by the brook, Her silent vigil...

. Homemade Halos---An Election Reflection “Celebrity endorsements say a lot: they say you’re a liberal, an elitist, and a cultural...

. The Drift of Dark Days November is a time for us to grieve About the dying of the warmth...

. Six Great Dramatic Monologues by Robert Browning by Brian Yapko The dramatic monologue is a unique type of poem:...

  In Advent Stillness In Advent stillness and its purpled nightsWe turn within and with a solemn gazeConsider well our...

. Motherly Motives ---of the 5% of American women with 5 or more children The greater good is motherhood. Let...

. Telepathy Your reticence to speak is no deterrent To my delight to be in your vicinity--- Presence and chatter...

. In a Twenty-minute Tuk-tuk Ride That day, the river of our luck had dried. No taxis. Air-conditioned buses crammed...

. The Bar ---after Lord Alfred Tennyson's "Crossing the Bar" The sail is set, the breeze is strong. I pray...

. Dragons Lost at Sea In salty seas green dragons fly the waves, With plastic scales—a man-made guard from rot....

. I No Longer See It on Mulberry Street I used to walk home from school each day, then report...

. Galileo Under Confinement Scene: Florence, 1636 AD. In the third year of his life imprisonment (as sentenced by the...

. Notre Dame Re-Opens To touch this holiness we have no right, Nor did we earn the privilege to restore...

. Variation on a Poem by Blok How hard it is to walk among the living And make like you...

. Offerings of the Heart A Symbolic Poem . The songs of Yamato From seeds of healing sprout As offerings...

. Fake Sales “Fifty Percent Off”The store signs all say,But I have to scoff---There is simply no wayThat the clothes...

. Meditation on Herbert’s “Church Monuments” "…Mark, here below, How tame these ashes are, how free from lust, That thou...

. After the Snow The snow fell through the night, night-long, The deepest snowfall of the year. By dawn it...

. On the Death of a Child To lose a child is tragic, yet those winks to tenderness, to bonding,...