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The Plight of Animals The plight of animals, how must it be Ordained thus, either by a just God or...

  by Caud Sewer Bile A deep state run by rulers lacking thought, a young, unschooled, and mad mob living...

Reflections on a Dead Whale The sound of surf; the scratch of sand on feet; The sight of distant ships;...

  Palermo’s great basilica is still— All prayers are tongueless for a lonely hour. Here high and holy silence can...

  What might, what gold does Ithaca hold to vex us; Enthralled ‘till when, by whom, for what, and where?...

Translations by Terry L. Norton. Original Latin by Phaedrus follows each. The Red Kite and the Doves When doves had...

  1. THEATRE Strolling Players Dancers, actors, acrobats! Stripey trousers, floppy hats! They weren’t born to swing a scythe, pay...

Winter's Call O, can you hear her? Yonder autumn days? A siren's voice, as silent steps she takes? Her nuanced...

Ode to Leonidas, King of Sparta by Ian Williams Stern Sire and Father of the ancient West! Sacred, your primogeniture...

The Rime of the Balanced Boxes after Samuel Coleridge's Rime of the Ancient Mariner Part I Now, the training time...

Still Going It may appear that I’ve run out of chances, No more to rise from absolute defeat, Victim of...

Moloch Beneath the sands and salted fields there lies A desert land of men once prosperous And proud. They raised...

  The above images are from the pro-democracy protests going on right now in Hong Kong, as the populace peacefully...

“Look not on the face, young girl, look at the heart.” —Quasimodo, The Hunchback of Notre Dame A vile, lumbering...

Two original poems for Veterans Day 2019: "Veterans Day" by Roy E. Peterson and "Glory Glimpsed" by T.M. Moore

  The Journey Home Enwrapped in flesh we come to earth, Created in our Maker's image, Where from the moment...

The Tricoteuses The starving market women marched, marched on Versailles with kitchen knives; both marching and not marching meant they...

  Owe no one anything but to love one another. —Romans 13.8 What shallowness, what an impoverished view of human...

by Caud Sewer Bile Elitist, social climbing parvenu, reclusive expert in the CIA, in touch with DNC dirt-digging too, caught...

Black Cat a poem derived from "Schwarze Katze" by Rainer Maria Rilke, as translated by Martin Hill Ortiz A crash!...

On the Untimely Demise of My Hair In days gone by when life for me looked bright, And I rejoiced...

  Sarnia Bound To the Sarnian shores, I´ll set my course when the sky at dawn turns pale, And the...

The above photographs were taken and submitted by New York City poet Joe Tessitore. We invite readers to pick one...

Mailied by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (1749-1832) How brightly nature Shines this morning! What radiant sun! How the fields sing!...

  My husband posed his need to leave; a family vote was cast. The outcome brought me to my knees...

  The Constant Truth A Reflection on the Times of My Life   I. The Old Days A sheep filled...

Spring In spring the crocuses broke out as bold As brass from refuge in their barren clay. They speared the...

Campaign of 1940-1952 True Cincinnati spirit is the love of hearth, the principles of isolation, a life in works of...

  I hear Boeung Kak has now been filled with gritty sand, turned mud, now earth. The lake’s become a...

Wind and Vanity after Ecclesiastes 1 My name is Solomon, and you may know me as the king of Israel,...

In every life Woe presses down, We falter then— Face to the ground. This woe in me— Am I alone?...

Time Time to time to time—from tock to tick, to wall to window topple, stop, then stop: a tower, wrist,...

Ultimatum  To My Friendly Neighbor Regarding His Overly-friendly Pet* Dear neighbor, do you love your cat? (I'm sure you must,...

This piece is sponsored by KidSecured by Evan Mantyk and Kathy Brellan Lord Byron was born George Gordon Byron in...

  Daguerreotype An old once-treasured memory engraved On glass to keep the dying past alive. A fractal blink of time...

  Aglaia, Euphrosyne, Thalia I find them there, no longer young, Though neatly dressed and well preserved: Three sisters in...

Doublespeak Denial Rondeau Redoublé “Gender mattered a whole lot less to Shakespeare than it seems to matter to us.” —John...

by T.M. Moore   Our Image-hungry Age Increasingly, our postmodern generation prefers its communications to be in as few words...

Harvest Sonnet If, in June, clouds crack and seeping, Leak their cache upon beast and field, Surety no longer keeping,...

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