. You Are Too Far from Me Send me your love for I’ve nothing to write,And my words are vacant...

. The Attempt to Curse J.K. Rowling Once upon a time the stars aligned To strike a writer bound for...

. The Demons of the Night All since she left me I have lived in fear Of creatures dwelling in...

. The Two Corteges by Joséphin Soulary (1815-1891) | translated from French by Hadyn Adams Within a church two groups...

. On the Cost of Doing Evil I care not if the sky burns red and human flesh is seared....

. Toasting Burns    His words ring out from windswept glens. __They lilt from lapping lochs. I see love through his red-rose lens; __I...

. Dystopia Reality is never what it seems To be.  It hides itself in shrouds of mist, In bulging envelopes...

. Mourning the Dead by Li Qingzhao, Southern Song (1084-1155) | from Chinese by Talbot Hook Above in the heavens...

. The High Cost of Low Prices Poetry is what I treasure. Books of poems give me pleasure, but my...

. The Joys of Spring a pantoum It’s here—sweet long-awaited spring. New blooms smell lovely; skies are blue. The trilling...

. Disambiguation As in the dawn the nature of the beams Of light invading chambers---how they glint, Conceal with shade,...

. To Tchaikovsky by A.N. Apukhtin (1840-1893) | Translated from Russian by Olga Dumer With my musician friend’s departure A...

. The English Cantos: StairWell Canto 4 Leaving a broken relationship of the past behind in Canto 3, the poet...

. Rescuing Contemporary Poetry from Vers Libre The conservative & informal vs. the free Before addressing my thesis, let me...

. The Heroes of Beijing on the Jan. 21 movie premiere of Unsilenced, just days before the Beijing Winter Olympics...

. Apocalypse The fractured sky splits, flaming at the edge— The earth heaves upwards in explosive wrath. No eye can...

. To Sleep, to Sleep by Friedrich Hebbel | translated from German by Sean Thompson To sleep, to sleep and...

. Self-Exile "Parue—nec inuideo—sine me, liber, ibis in urbem.” —Ovid While driving underneath I had to pray: the tunnel, God,...

. Black and Red Within a latent, pathless peak, A mountain’s womb begins to leak The flicker of a fervent...

. O, Brother Surveillance permeates us now,__George Orwell saw it coming.Stamped social credits mark our brow,__the cityscape is humming, The...

. The Winter Games Go On Although detainees must sleep in cramped cells on cement floors, and though they must...

. Lockdown The day sprawls wider than a yawn, a mouth that sucks a ticking clock, a door that lets...

. Sonnetized “Why poetry?” My chair leans in his chair And slides me a sabbatical-swelled smirk. The past nine months...

. Living The Dream   “I look to a day when people will not be judged by the color of their...

. Martin Luther King, Jr. Meets Today’s Left How would the Left see Dr. King Just what reaction would they...

. I Grieve Bleak Streets I grieve bleak streets where handguns reign in terror Daring inner-city residents To duck and...

. Let It Bleed My family believes a puzzle piece is missing, that it’s me and if they snap it...

. A Truthful Triolet I want the truth. I want to trust The words that trip from lips that lied....

. Obsession an Alfred Dorn sonnet As candles gently glow in amber light The picture centered high upon the wall...

. Caring Now, while Winter’s noisy emptiness moans In the flue, Dearest, look out at all these Somberly unimpatient silent...

. Civis Romanus Sum (I am a Roman citizen) As Paul stood bound and for the whip outstretched, He said...

. The Spirit of the Anti-Mary a poem in honor of Our Lady of Gualalupe in reparation for the crime...

. The Artist Intuitive journey, subconscious creations refuse to diffuse while the muse makes the choice to infuse mystic magic...

. The Lost The fog rolled heavy, down to blunt the day, Sharp skyscraper tops dissolved into the gray. Pale...

. Limerick China’s footballers haven’t a clue why they can’t go and get a tattoo, but I think it might...

. The A-bomb Dome in Hiroshima The epicentre of the blast was here, This dome, its empty ribcage gaunt and...

. The View from Space My helmet gone, I float among the stars As weightless as my lungs deprived of...

. Fleet of Foot Pheidippides A Grecian runner named Pheidippides, From Athens, ran to Sparta with a plea. “We need...

. https://youtu.be/RMcLVFNbueY . Complete poem text here. CREDITSPoetry: Alan Nordstrom (1939-)Audio/Visual Work: Society of Classical PoetsVoice-Over: Evan MantykPhotos/Footage:“Milky Way with...

. Cascading Nation Now not so much a nation as a place for pushing through a bruit cacophony of cultures...