. Daddy came home from “the war to end all war” And seemed, at first, one of the lucky ones....

Seven inches, simple dark design My modern mind disdains the notion That the measure of devotion Is the size or...

. Be good, my Sorrow. You may rest assured; The Evening whom you called descends; Behold; The fall of dusk...

X Every Little Thing I. His Version She treasured every little thing that you             ...

“I look to a day when people will not be judged by the color of their skin, but by the...

. Rosarium a sestina A rose arises red from its green sheath Adorned with swords that prick and pierce: the...

. My word will not survive a fire: the dust, the ash of paper singed by matches struck by fingers...

. My inconsistent pharmacist, Administer that certain cure That can relax my hardened fist In doses sweet with taste impure....

_ Orchestra Tuning Up Is this the way the universe once sounded?A mass confusion of discordant trumpets,Flutes, horns, and violins...

(All poems by Bruce Dale Wise) The Victory of Donald J. Trump in the 2020 U.S. Election by Erisbawdle Cue...

. Stress can envelop, encircle, entangle. Strictures can pressure from every angle. Tripping and slipping to ways that are errant...

. Portrait of God drawn from Scripture by François-René de Chateaubriand (1768-1848), translated by Adam Sedia Know you the jealous...

. Rapt “I must go down to the sea again,  to the lonely sea and the sky…” ---John Masefield  Today...

  You can’t imagine what I saw,Some clouds that only God can drawWith pinks and reds and violet blue.He painted...

. Spacious spans the starlit sky; Silver shines its light; Vast the veil, Pearly-pale, Drawn o’er the dusky night; Silently...

. Benvenuto Cellini’s Salt-Cellar A woman sitting back, just mildly curious To hear a man’s contrived, seductive patter, Waiting to...

. Behold the father of this infant land, Conductor of our daunting foe’s defeat, Now warmly laureled for his noble...

by Andrew Benson Brown Theresa Rodriguez, Sonnets. 2nd edition. Shanti Arts, 193 Hillside Road, Brunswick, ME, 04011, 2020. 75 pp....

. Humility Lo, I have seen the Muses plain. What need Have I to go on living?—’Twas in Rome: I...

. I wonder where my father’s cardinal is--- The colored-pencil drawing that he made In art class---he was only in...

. Wokeness by Russel Winick “Amen and Awoman” the Congressman said, The Leftists all thought it was great. What more...

. With Goals in Tow I’ve fewer days ahead of me than those I have been blessed to see. Though...

. Flodden Historical Note: The Battle of Flodden took place between English and Scottish armies on September 9, 1513. The...

. The Death of Today’s Sequoia Flecte ramos, arbor alta, tensa laxa viscera: Et rigor lentescat ille, quem dedit nativitas,...

. In nature’s loving show of all things fair the fruits of youth seem sweetest to the eye, the world...

. The Inca Kings Who stole the kings? Even Pachacutec's mummy now is gone from Lima's hospital display of Inca...

. An Ode to Letters We cannot be sure what the future will hold, But I doubt this prediction will...

. “Di pensier in pensier, di monte in monte” by Francesco Petrarch (1304-1374) __From thought to thought, from mountain to...

. From Parthenope’s coast each to his post, Beseeching eyes upraised with steady gaze. That night would nature’s cruelty erase...

. with reference to Macbeth V,5 . So bleak and dreary, like a stormy day, The world a whirl of...

. after Matthew 2:1-12 From distant regions of the east they came, Wise Magi, searching for a royal son, Into...

. Fools sneered at his rightful place; __“He isn’t our leader” they said. They labeled his traits a disgrace. __En...

. I asked the Lord, “Please tell me, where's the outrage From those who claim to love the cause of...

  This ode concerns a wealthy gent, To London Town, one day he went. He’d paid to see an Opera,...

. Biden Kneels Before the Red Beast by Damian Robin from a scenario of Evan Mantyk On silver-smoke-screen in mid...

Selected by Beverly Stock ---From Liver Pills to stuff that kills, and makes it smooth to die, The last is...

. Away with loneness--he whose winter bites, who haunts the wasted wilderness and shores, born in thunder on the misty...

. . Hunting My father strides ahead of me.His khaki cap is all I see,beside the barrel of his gun.We’re...

  Dear Edgar, __We’re sorry our response has taken so much time, but it grieves and pains to tell you...

. . The Rub   I’ve had a taste of wonder and I cannot give it back. I’ve seen each...