Poetry

Canadian reservist Corporal Cirillo was killed this day at the War Memorial in Ottawa, while standing in his ceremonial and...

The tip jar was snatched at O Cafe. O! “Somebody just picked it up,” mused the guy at the register....

Fall Haiku New England college towns: Pumpkins, apples, breakfast in a warm café. Swamp-maples afire! Rusty colored barns, silos draped...

From the Pages of Washington Irving, for my Hudson River Friends Whoever 's made a voyage up the Hudson must...

French Suites Each keystroke is precise, clear as a verb Untouched by modifiers. Sharps and flats Are reliable as death,...

  Waiting at a Bustop Under an Umbrella By Damian Robin The pro-democracy tear-soaked bud could burst into a petaled...

Two Months On I walk between the tired trees restless soldiers standing ground pray for just a tiny breeze bringing...

610 is there to take it down, the Falun Gong, that touches Dao. It's clear to see the dangers of...

Courage I saw a tiny spider spin a web Within my humble hut between two beams. He tried to throw...

I saw the face of beauty fixed Upon the rising sun Beyond all mortal compliment Her loveliness there shone Within...

Lamenting our Complicity in the Installation of Suicide Nets I met a “bum” outside an Apple store holding a sign...

  "Breathes there a man, with soul so dead, Who never to himself has said, This is my own, my...

A counter to a Walt Whitman poem When I first heard the learn'd astronomer explain his proofs and figures, and...

Chinese Cameo 1 Here’s a tale of friends and family— Near the founding of the CCP, Zhou Enlai and Sun...

  I hope your life will offer you new opportunities, that you will find contentment in the choices that you...

  When snow arrives As long forecast, It sets a scene That does not last; But for the while Snow...

For the Mid-Autumn, or Moon, Festival My Ford Explorer would ascend no higher: Stuck half-way up that driveway's first steep hill....

  The Truth James Foley Stood For, a Ten-nos* James Foley, searching for the truth, a photo journalist, was murdered...

Untitled Savants like to arrange their stars and push their poets into piles: marble-misers who assign the jars according to...

There’s a wonder about it, the fragile beauty of lace. Many kinds for centuries have been important to own; one...

There are a number of reasons for writing poetry, and alas they are not all good; for not all poetry...

The Commissars Oppose Falun Gong They were old, had lost their youth, So, like the old, repressed the Truth. They...

In Rembrandt's scene of 1653, Aristotle Contemplating a Bust of Homer, there is much that we can see amidst that...

The Bored Knight A tired knight rode to his castle After a long day of hassle. He bowed to the...

The allegory of The Scarlet Letter by Nathaniel Hawthorne isn't flawless; yet it is, in places, good. The A itself...

  Spring Haiku I’m optimistic; like a brand new tennis ball, everything’s chartreuse. The brook trout’s belly is like a...

  She could not see the avalanche cascade from foam-flecked marble rapids, being blind, but torrents of egrets and apple...

I. The Tin Shant on the hill in Martinique is stoutly situated, unique in design, and built half a century...

  A miracle, how else to say it then? At first, but ground, absolutely nothing there, A river meandering by,...

  The Glass Bottle Tree When the wind blows through, the tree shakes. The glass bottles tip their sunlight Over...

  Currency of Compassion Throughout the history of humanity conscious coveting with eyes, insanity anxious and eager to grasp with...

When the last candles smoldered on the funeral eve, And no echo of condolence rippled midnight silence, I rose in...

. . Fathers and Grandfathers When we see our Brethren bold, Reach the age called Growing old, Men grow thoughtful,...

I walked around the garden, and did think. If I had my own how would I create? With enclosed space...

True to Nature Men take up arms to battle in the sun, anticipating minor victories won o'er valiant, steadfast foes...

The aspens are turning, my neighbor said. I went to see. Mostly gold, some red, They stood and whirled, their...

Originally published in The Epoch Times. LinkedIn's Censorship in China LinkedIn connects people the world over, Crafting a cozy café...

Poems from the Hungarian Poetry Reading 9/19/2013   Twenty Years Later By János Vajda (1827–1897) / Translation by Zsuzsanna Ozsváth...

I left my gloves at the analyst's He called to say he'd found them Black, he said, lined with cotton...