‘The Age of Poetry’ and Other Poetry by Michael Skau
The Age of Poetry They say that poetry’s a young man’s game, indulged while still limber, lithe, and healthy...
The Age of Poetry They say that poetry’s a young man’s game, indulged while still limber, lithe, and healthy...
by James Sale Carol Smallwood In the Measuring is a substantial new collection of 77 poems by Carol Smallwood. Carol...
In Officio Exsequarium Come, let us bid the last of our farewells To one who sleeps on the retiring...
Autumn Wind by Yuan Xi, translated by Jennifer Zeng and Damian Robin From far off, Autumn wind runs at us...
John of the Mountains To him we owe a mammoth debt, our grateful thanks and praise, For the lasting conservation...
This universe of ours will end As we then return to the source. No more wounds to tend or to...
The Ballerina Just before the break of day she woke from dreams of grand jeté and knelt beside her bed...
Blasted granite marks the trail Guttered through eternal rock. Windborne smoke and ashes veil Mountain peaks through which we walk....
by Evan Mantyk Where is Homer? The epic poems of the famous Greek bard were the cornerstone of education for...
Birthday Greetings As themes show signs of nature's stay, And time’s propitious dates hold sway, The evidence augurs your bloom,...
Sonnet 201. The Force that Through the Green Fuse Pulls the Poem. Written in the Dylan Thomas Museum, Swansea. July...
Solid Ground Our greatest philosopher David Hume, Whose logical doubts leave naught to assume, Used skeptical arguments he had found...
by Joseph Charles MacKenzie Read the Selected Poems from Baudelaire's Les Fleurs du Mal online. Email [email protected] for details on...
I woke this day beside the two-way Wye, at peace with wars too often waged inside between the push...
United They Fall Exhausted armies cling to noble trees along the margin of a meadow mown two weeks ago. It's...
Ah, now comes the mellow season, Marks its time with jackdaws caws. Autumn with its rusty reason Offers forth its...
For Elizabeth La Cienega slept on a muted afternoon At old Las Golodrinas, when I spied a nest Of...
In his bedsitter years, he was alone And all his dreams were haunted by some girl More wonderful than any...
by Charles Eager William Wordsworth was born in Cockermouth, Cumberland, in 1770—the same year as gave us Beethoven, Hegel, and...
Death Is the Cooling Night by Heinrich Heine Death is the cooling night, Life is the sultry day, But now...
For John McCain, Ernest C. Brace, & Alexander Solzhenitsyn I season my pen with the sonnet's blood, And do not...
a Petrarchan sonnet Life’s hills have been trampled since first we met, That mad, magic moment long years ago, When...
Pure of any mortal mote ___and boundless (but for sight): The deep dry sky of Autumn ___inscribes the shadows...
The butterfly, the sea anemone, And snowflake, though possessive of the true Design of grace and perfect symmetry, Seem...
The Coworker A “need-to-know” it’s called in Personnel and I’m just high enough to need to know she’s going through...
Painted, woody there it stands, this door behind which kingdom fans. Bright with order, calm with ease, a wooden plank...
by James Sale Wind in the Cave, Finishing Line Press, 2017 Out of Nothing, Shanti Arts Publishing, 2018 Recently in...
. The Country Club To think about a country club Begun for whisky in a tub, Distilled from fields of...
Check-Mate by a Pawn for my sons We parry, thrust: This game of wits, Where each pawn must Deflect your...
Sonnet for a Cosmetic Company Ah Youth! To whom each maiden plights her troth To coax and woo each winsome...
I. I’ve awed at the Atlantic’s bluest depths, and peered at the Pacific’s deepest blues; the warm blue summer waters...
Lay your hand in mine dear, ___Lay your hand in mine; If you will lay your hand in mine We...
Ye boundless vaults of heaven without an end, __Thy silvery fields of azure stars unfold Above the earth, and verdurous...
I Taught a Lesson to My Toes I taught a lesson to my toes, They’d overstepped the mark, Escaping time...
a rondeau Cape Disappointment, battered and distressed, Besieged, beset, by brute-force waves hard-pressed As broad and deep Columbia collides With...
Left to Write It isn't difficult to find __the works the masters left behind, and others too have written verse, __some...
. Written: March 27, 2022 A Wedding Sonnet To those true cultivators of Zhen Shen Ren,* There is no common...
Three Loves in One We've gathered Love, but only insofar As we have reaped a crop from seeds we've sown....
a Petrarchan sonnet Highlighting midnight across darkened skies flies the Supermoon hidden in all of its glory; though sightless and...
A Life Well Lived a rondeau A life well-lived begins and ends surrounded by the love of friends. The air...
I've always been pretty good at math, but, like Paul Freeman, I had a few problems following the discourse. In…
...or steal their souls!
I have sometimes said to people wielding cameras: Don't point that thing at anyone unless you intend to kill them.
And thanks for reading, Paul. Whoever said "you can't go back" was expressing a half-truth.
My panic these days, Joseph, is mostly due to being in the process of selling our house and moving to…
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