‘The Sound of Dirt’: A Poem by Gigi Ryan
. The Sound of Dirt in memory of my granddaughter, Valerie (March 30, 2020 - April 20, 2020) Above uneven...
Read moreDetails. The Sound of Dirt in memory of my granddaughter, Valerie (March 30, 2020 - April 20, 2020) Above uneven...
Read moreDetails. On Noms de Plume Justin Von Depathos strode across the ballroom floorTo sit with Carlton Vishizwa and Charlotte Genevieve—While...
Read moreDetails. If Need Be If lawfare prosecutors aren’t proficient, And Biden family crimes can’t be denied, The ballots that they...
Read moreDetails. Snowy Egret Here where sunlight sparkle rinses Cypresses whose balding branches Shoulder epiphytic orchids (Cowhorn, spider, ghost, or scented),...
Read moreDetails. . On the Altar of Our Nation I must confess it took a long, long time For Donald Trump...
Read moreDetails. The Woods Have Waited Anxiously The woods have waited anxiously for me to reappear. I left them when the...
Read moreDetails. Miss Pronoun-ciation She know how Grammar Nazis be all anal. Their like theyre fancy, boring words—so banal. When grading...
Read moreDetails. Gallows Lane A lesser charge once meant the pillory, With head and wrists securely set in blocks; For just...
Read moreDetails. The Proud “You are proud because you live in those high, inaccessible cliffs. ‘Who can ever reach us way...
Read moreDetails. To the Evening Breeze When I unbolt the terrace door, He enters quickly, greeting me With kisses on my...
Read moreDetails. A Clock Describes People Their faces do not show the time of day But something called emotion: what that...
Read moreDetails. Empire “We have been nought, we shall be all!” —The Internationale “The Empire is a country for fools” —...
Read moreDetails. Counsel from a Self-Help Guru I haven’t come here purposed with defendingYour excesses or manifold omissions,Or promise all of...
Read moreDetails. Goodbye, Sweetie Oh, devil-angel, Sugar! Your time’s done! You rot my teeth, yet melt upon my tongue. I’m forced...
Read moreDetails. Lone Musketeer "To be a poet in a destitute time means: to attend, singing, to the trace of the...
Read moreDetails. The Meat Purveyor’s Son Aesthetically impaired, she was the heir to daddy’s fortune. She was plumpish, short and much...
Read moreDetails. The Snares of Simplicity by Joseph S. Salemi Liberals, Communists, and capitalists all share one dangerous and demonically-prompted trait....
Read moreDetails. Poem I of the three Quiet and Peaceful Melody Poems by Li Bai The clouds like swirling clothes, the...
Read moreDetails. A Reverie Some days in August there’s a summer hum Of distant outboard motors, or a plane Relentlessly pursuing...
Read moreDetails. How to Build a Monster Don’t bother digging corpses up to suture body parts; Don’t seek out full-moon werewolves...
Read moreDetails. The Qua-Train In four lines stood iambic feet To board the quatrain from the street. The poem made of...
Read moreDetails. A Formalist Poet at the Open Mic Part I: Before the Reading by Daniel Kemper A two-story, square shaped...
Read moreDetails. Old New England Logging Camps My father-in-law oft told me tales __Recalling logging camp— Tough men who cut gigantic...
Read moreDetails.\ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8of3uhG1tCI . Uncle Joe B inspired by “The Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy of Company B,” sung by the Andrews...
Read moreDetails. https://www.youtube.com/shorts/zCa93J600VM?feature=share https://www.youtube.com/shorts/gbbU83mrtis?feature=share https://www.youtube.com/shorts/mgYQHhoBR9g?feature=share https://www.youtube.com/shorts/K5bwONw9M-E?feature=share https://www.youtube.com/shorts/eqtlO3hbcxQ?feature=share . . Andrew Benson Brown has had poems and reviews published in a few journals....
Read moreDetails. Ovid in Tomis Relegated, scorned, I languish here in this drab town. Unwitting, I caught sight of what must...
Read moreDetails. State of the Apple Pie I stepped into the finest restaurant, A destination nearly all would want, My expectations...
Read moreDetails. Poetry in the Image of God Conjure and weave a calligraphic spell Within the wells of mystic words and...
Read moreDetails. A Fitful Veil A wanton wave of pallid hail descends from ashen skies. Its drifts are carried through to...
Read moreDetails. The Light Under the Door for GGG, in lieu of roses On school days, dark on winter mornings, my...
Read moreDetails. Thoughts Upon Hearing of the Taiwan Earthquake Big earthquake in Taiwan. My first concern: “Will China take advantage and...
Read moreDetails. The Mock Savior's Song also known as the Mobster Quadrille, after Lewis Carroll Saving critters from extinction (lonely lovelies,...
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Read moreDetails. Rudolf Hess Deputy Führer found strangled at Spandau Prison, August 17, 1987 Odd winter whirlwinds occupy my brain With...
Read moreDetails. Soviet Tactics I Witnessed and Still in Use Today by LTC Roy E. Peterson Outside of the Chinese Communist...
Read moreDetails. Sapphire Space and Eden Green "...and they saw the God of Israel; and under His feet there appeared to...
Read moreDetails. Hymn to Evolving Faith after C.S. Lewis Lead us, Liberalism, lead us Past hidebound inerrancy; Prick us with your...
Read moreDetails. Glimmers Alone in rumination, distant dawn Eludes the desperate aching of my eyes, My senses blunted by a cheerless...
Read moreDetails. April Fools’ Day is Dead I’m sad to say this merry day’s no more. It died alongside guts and...
Read moreDetails. The Emmaus Highway Each day we wake up and we walk to Emmaus, escaping what has, and what may...
Read moreDetailsHonestly, James, I don't give half a fig what future generations will think of me. Give me the roses while…
Two pieces that to me are redolent of nostalgia - a primary school friend who was better with his hands…
The miniscule and the massive, the firefly and the star, joined by the light they bear, and by mortality. I…
I can add little to what others have said, Margaret, except to note that those first 3 lines sound so…
To Rohini and Michael and Paul, Thank you for your approval, gentlemen!! from Margaret Brinton
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