Humor

  “Censorship is to art, as lynching is to justice.” —Henry Louis Gates, Jr. by Caud Sewer Bile Joe’s never...

Retired K-9 When I was young, you kept me in a cage. But as I got a little calmer, older,...

What if I do compare you to a rose Or summer’s day or beauty like the night, Or drone of...

. The Tweeter Strikes Back At midnight, Don was not asleep, and so, he rose to eat and tweet. He...

  No Signal, Please Stand By by Lu “Reed ABCs” Wei Perhaps the most intriguing thing about the past debate...

  Eternal Apocalypse I’ve managed to escape a coming ice age; A mammoth hasn’t tossed me to my death. I’ve...

  a parody of Tennyson's "The Eagle" Upon the bronze haired statue head Enringed in evening’s smoggy spread She beak-pecks...

Reflections of an Aging Moon Great brassy stalks of varicolored horns Blow notes to keep the bees awake at noon....

. . At the Supper Table of a Progressive They understood riots and death and what's more, "Adore them all...

  Feeding Time Chickens feed on chicken feed. Birds on birdseed, yes-indeed! Cattle feed on cattle feed, Twitters feed on...

  There’s no age bar on titivating hair, Apart from putting rouge on wrinkled cheek. A Speaker has the right...

  The Church is Locked on Easter Day a rondeau The Church is locked on Easter Day Despite the stone...

Weave a circle round him thrice, __And close your eyes with holy dread, __For he on honey-dew hath fed, And...

  July 4, 2020 A monument falls Rioters have no remorse What happened this fourth?     Summer 2020 Sunny...

  London’s Docklands, Pre-Gentrification from a sonnet by Wordsworth Earth has not anything to show more foul Unless it be...

  Losing It He staggered round his living room in stunning disbelief As for the very umpteenth time, he’d gone...

  A Cut Above Why shouldn’t Nancy break a lockdown rule To bless us with her chestnut-tress finesse? As Speaker...

    There’s lots of riots in the street or so I’ve heard from someone’s tweet; they’re pulling out all...

  I am a cardboard cutout. I sit here in the stands. I do not think. I do not blink....

  'I Shall A Mighty Hunter Be!' “I shall a mighty hunter be, The King of Kills, by God’s decree!...

  The Angels’ Share Oh many a peer of England brews Livelier liquor than the Muse, And malt does more...

  Editing with the OED for Rita Bornstein __Like a mental abattoir, the OED, With brumous exactitude, looms over me...

  Abracadabra The written word is magical And not just something clerical. You scratch some marks into the sand; I...

  My marriage failed (they always do.) Emotionally unequipped To work things out without a script, We didn’t try to...

  When the wokest of folk virtually convoke In a year of elections and riots and fear, Uncle Joe from...

  Madcapfesto We’ll unlock prison gates and let the inmates saunter out. We’ll tear down wall and rule; we’ll sponsor...

by Joseph S. Salemi The poetic effusions of some people are so incompetent that they cross the line into unexpected...

  Hero of Her Heart On February 9, 2007 Sgt. James J. Regan of the 3rd Battalion 75th U.S. Ranger...

All poems by Bruce Dale Wise The Prisoners in Manacles by Lu “Reed ABCs” Wei The prisoners in manacles in...

  Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, by Joseph Lange (1783? / 1789?); as viewed by a Philistine Consider Lange’s well-known portrait Of...

  Rueing Tattoos When young she was drawn to that skin-art taboo of embellishing flesh with a tattoo or two....

Golden Gloves My father fought in Golden Gloves. Back then The ring was where you slugged your way to hopes....

  How Monkeys Came to Be adapted from a Palestinian folktale Monkeys and people once were one. For monkeys had...

  The Gardener at War Throughout our lives we hustle and we slave __To turn our gardens into magic places...

  With Sorrow Do I Leave It is with sadness that I write to tell you that I am resigning...

Your Smart Device a rondeau Your smart device was strange and new; It learned your voice and habits too; It...

  Editor’s Note: This poem was originally found in The Pebbles and Shells: A Book of Verses ,1909, edited by...

  Good François Villon, petty thief, Carouser, cutpurse, scholar, sot; Young chronicler of gallows-grief, Escapee from the hempen knot; Depicter...

A Case of Ghosts (Full Fathom Five parodied) In cradling case my fiddle lies, Waiting for the owner’s hand. Strings...

  Summer in Texas She sashays in on scorching licks of flame that singe the sticky fringes of the day....