. . I See Dead People Don’t tell me that my mind’s no longer keen And that I should be...

. . . What Happened to Great Poetry? by Andrew Benson Brown When was the last time you sat down...

. Bedtime Stories in triolets He’d curl her close and hold her tight and let the words dance in the...

. Proof of Climate Change The proof of existential crisis climate change is seen In too much snow, too little...

. Paradise Island Some years ago, from cliff top and from shore,a flock of birds that never touched the skylooked...

. The Knitted Dress I began with the best of intentions, Though in hindsight I have to confess, That the...

. My Beatrice III Affording still these glimpses like the first, those moments you were yet without a name; between...

. A Musical Offering When Bach arrived at Sanssouci, King Frederick said, “Sir, you must be tired. My fortepianos may...

. The Fall of Time A Haiku Sonnet . Thinning coat of frost Whitening the ground with grief— Love forever...

. Off Guard Coyotes drag their quarry past the line  Drawn in the sand to stop the ghastly game   Of...

. A Temporary Exhibit A million drops of water will be sprayed Across my yard today. And each of them...

. Masks When tourists arrive in our village, The question that most of them ask, Is, “Why is it all...

. Left Outside The shopping cart, precisely ordered now while searching for those perfect little lines of lights for decorations---anyhow,...

. Sunshine Sun, shine on me—come and stay! Dry my tears, send gloom away. Warm my soul, chilled to the...

. Gawain’s Prayer in the Wilderness …the wildrenesse of Wyrale; wonde ther bot lyte That auther God other gome with...

. Had I held you in the fields of Hay beside The Wye and on an afternoon that cleared To...

. In a Home based on Michael Bunker’s grandmother (b. 1909) as described in his book Surviving Off Off-Grid ....

. The Best Poems of 2023: Winners of the 12th Annual SCP International Poetry Competition Judges Joseph S. Salemi, James...

. First Place ($200 Prize) "A Star" John Freeborn, Logos Online School, 12th grade student in Concordia, Kansas. . Second...

. A Wing-stroked Spectacle Segmented sets of starlings sharply elevate towards candescent skies, suspend, then circulate in sync. Their wingspans...

. A Pro Who Can Con “Truth” is whatever will further the movement. You’re “credible” if you are telling the...

. A Blanket of Snow from childhood memories of the blizzard of 1949 on a farm near Bonesteel, South Dakota....

. Unshackling the Spirit I toss and turn at night. I wonder why I’m here. But then with dawn the...

. Once the Future You were the future once, not long ago. Your sterile walls of concrete, brick, and glass...

. Learning to Laugh The pathos of a circus clown, with empty pockets inside out, now challenges a small boy’s...

. I Can’t Be Bought I can’t be bought. They always pan my poems and they have a plan to...

. Another Day How time has wasted, over time, over time. __At least to me, that’s how it seems. Oh...

. The Blue Absorbent Towel . As he fillets my leg and makes a flap above my knee of skin...

. Dear Death… Don't tickle with your sickle __Don't taunt me when I'm sick. Don’t make me writhe. Don’t spare the scythe. __Be...

. Ambition We’re dipping our toes in the paddling pool __When we ought to be tackling the seas. There’s no...

. https://www.youtube.com/shorts/S2VaIdhn3kg?feature=share https://www.youtube.com/shorts/t99I9LcfEhs?feature=share https://www.youtube.com/shorts/4P99bbEAh-0?feature=share . . Andrew Benson Brown has had poems and reviews published in a few journals. His epic-in-progress,...

. Windjam Dry leaves abruptly fell that day— Whirled weathervane communiqué Proposing a quick stroll away Along a narrow inlaid...

. What Time Is It? “What time is it?” he asks of me, __“It’s now eleven o’clock;” “What time is...

. Requiem The notes we cherish most Are gathered from the throats Of those who perished young. The song we...

. A Star O silent sphere of silver-soft-spun light,Thou crystal pearl strung on an airy veilSuffusing bright celestial delightIn snowy...

. Blessings Every now and then when I’m in prayer I feel Your famous joyfulness descend. It doesn’t descend, of...

. On Cats and Love My cat does not explain himself. He knows his reasons. Why must I? He needs...

. The Plight of a Troubled Young Soul Parts I and II are paraphrases of actual notes. . I. Not...

. Failing at History She always argued when I used to say We were like the great lovers of the...

. Zelda She and Scott were the face of the Jazz Age, Drunk and riotous in post-war Paris, He scribbling...