Tongues Spin and Weave Tongues spin and weave their sophistry, a slick and silken tapestry, from golden throne and...

  What If My Time What if my time is limited? if all That I have left is perhaps months,...

Costume Parties by Fiat? by Julian Woodruff ‘Round nearly vacant lots The cars grow fewer still. No traffic tied in...

  As Alexander rose upon a hill, somewhere east of King Darius’s dust, at once a pure, serene and awful...

  Sonnet of the Silent Voice Unbounded power marks a tyrant’s choice: He chains the infants up to keep his...

  The painter and poet Sally Cook has a new exhibition at UB Art Galleries. Because of the current coronavirus...

  Translation by David O'Neil Translator’s note: Piers Plowman is a late medieval allegorical narrative poem, believed to be authored...

  Easter by Joe Tessitore Behind the stone of timeless wait He rose alone despite its weight and strode from...

  Dulcius Ex Asperis by Andrew Ross Invisible and terrible A virus stalks the land. It floats across the atmosphere...

  No One to Comfort Them after Ecclesiastes 4 Just look around: Oppression everywhere exists beneath the sun, and the...

  Sullen, somber skies— Heavy leaden tears are shed in sorrow. Heaven cries. Thunderous sobbing grief— Thrashing, crashing; Flashing, gnashing;...

  Time Is the Measure of Every Pleasure a coronavirus limerick by Mark F. Stone The State took a stand...

by T.M. Moore James McKee, The Stargazers (Atmosphere Press, 2020), $17.99 James McKee’s inaugural foray into verse publishing offers a...

  Personae and scene: Vergil and Dante, somewhere in the mid-region of Hell. Dante: Honored Vergil, tell me where we’re...

  Pygmalion knew these women all too well; his instincts told him he’d better sleep alone. He took to art....

  The Last Bard o Scotland Translation by George T. Watt, frae the original by Joseph Charles MacKenzie Watters o...

    Read by George T. Watt The Scrieve fae Arbroath Non enim propter gloriam, diuicias aut honores pugnamus set...

  Chapter I Who sings of arms these days? Or even men? The seed of Adam’s tucked inside Eve’s apple,...

    Rahul Gupta holds a PhD for a thesis on mediaeval Germanic and modern mediaevalist metre and poetics from...

  A Life I Could Not Save She did not feel her age though she was old, But still looked...

    Battle of the Bib Emma was wearing a new autumn dress. Papa snapped on her bib, to prevent...

  The Last Words from Her Phone The CCP (Chinese Communist Party) has done everything within their power to expunge...

Foolosophy I know that I know nothing more than you, for neither of us know a single thing of relevance;...

  Don’t Get Caught The catfish and the trout hum different tunes, But both agree they love hot afternoons When...

  Pestilence Killed Them by James Sale The Pestilence killed them So the Proverb said, And with that happy thought...

  Cruising down an LA freeway, hustling for a little leeway Passing many a rusted relic from Detroit's Plutonian shore....

  My waning days give way as dark besieges all my light. My tree, its branches sway in frigid Winter...

As the Lights Go Out - the Last Limerick "The night cometh, when no man can work." John, 9:4 by...

. From hoof and hide, to flank and horn, Amid the wood, was noble born, Upon the field I walked...

  Job 26.8-14 The flash and crash were simultaneous. The whole house shuddered, like it was about to come apart,...

The Once-Lost Land The arm that threw the disc of day __Across the sky we know must dim, The hand...

Note: The Society of Classical Poets refers to the COVID-19 coronavirus as the CCP virus because the Chinese Communist Party’s...

  Im Fruhling (In Spring) by Ernst Schulze (1789-1817) I sit here lonely on a hill Where skies are clear...

. A very finely scattered sigh Of bashful mist would nigh attend My view and try---one wonders why--- To dare...

  Remember God “Men have forgotten God; that’s why all this has happened.” —Alexandr Solzhenitsyn by Connie Phillips We must...

  Bill Butler made a shopping trip each Friday, to the town, Astride his silver bicycle he’d purchased for a...

by James A. Tweedie The form of the “brief” ordinarily consists of a couplet of anapestic tetrameter with the first...

by James A. Tweedie   If a Contemporary Free-Verse Poet Wrote a Sonnet Today, because I’m early for Pilates, __I...

  The World Health Organization by Baidu Wercs Lee The WHO has praised Beijing's response to COVID-19's spread, despite the...

  Carmen Cygni, a Retourne She holds the sickle and the scythe, Dark clothed and hooded, glimpse of white. A...