Poetry

. When the Child Appears by Victor Hugo (1802-1885)translated from French by Bruce Phenix When the child appears, the family’s...

. Boomerang He was a very handsome guy, Cute girls would stick to him like glue, And his interest in...

. Ode to Chronic Pain I curse your name and spit as you supply these diverse proofs that I am...

. Reading in Bed Crowded years from now, and late one wintry night, a certain turn of phrase or trick...

. Stealthy Slayer Stealthy slayer, murderous sneak, A crafty trick, or lifeless freak--- I slip behind your walls unseen Despite...

. Durus Frater, Alma Mater Spring forward to where former arch-rivals Fall back on tall stories of the travels They...

. https://youtu.be/vAjMoMKye0c . . Andrew Benson Brown‘s epic-in-progress, Legends of Liberty, chronicles the major events of the American Revolution. He writes...

. Alotta Lip About my Hip Alotta lip about my hip On paper, phone, computer-drive. The new one at my...

. Samhain Spree Come, gather underneath the horns _That rise out of the east! Come, join the host in revelry...

. An Update for Dylan Thomas’s Aunt "Fie on you, aunt! I’ll show you how To elevate your middle brow,...

. Time and Place He gave me his coat once in Dublin At dusk in a damp, chilly draft. We...

. Soldier of the Rising Sun Date/Location: February 19, 1974---Uninhabited jungle, Lubang Island in the northern Philippines. The matter: Believing...

. Double Rondel for Pentecost Fire! Fire! Fire! Fire! O fire that warms my soul, You burn within to turn...

. On Twenty Years of YouTube Dull dinner party video clips unshared shaped YouTube’s genesis, or so it’s claimed. Yet...

. Auntie Barb ---a pantoum She cuts the cheats and charmers to the quick—Her tongue will skin a scoundrel in...

. The Legend of Zhong Kui Zhong Kui is pronounced like “Jong Quay” One dark and dour winter day His...

. Roads of Potter County Finally Spring has come north here---Always my favorite time of year.Potter will tease you in...

. In Urbe Hortus ---June afternoon in the South Garden of the Art Institute of Chicago Hard stone and brick,...

. My Fairytale You could be my Cinderella _I danced with at the ball. You’re the one I’m looking for...

. In Her Fair Foundry, Nature Forges Art by Claude Gaspar Bachet de Meziriac (1581-1638) translated from French by Josh...

. Lost Ark ---upon reading of the hunt for the Ark of the Covenant It used to be, a life...

. Since You’ve Been at My Side ---a villanelle Embraced by love, since you’ve been at my sideI’ve found the...

. To a Virginia Bluebell You nod to me across the trail That runs before my garden seat. With clustered...

. Still Life of a Bouquet Seems wrong to me that flowers die, A live display of borrowed time, To...

. Folk Heroes We’re told to laud our new folk heroes, but they’re made up by woke zeroes. always stirring...

. Frivolity from Quality Her works of elegance and style create frivolity, When book producers cluelessly reject such quality. But...

. The Institute of Peace: Constitution Avenue, N.E. The Institute of Peace looks down on LincolnFrom high atop her perch...

. A Walk in Solitude I strolled a path in solitude As snow and frosty winds renewed. The night was...

. Song of the Heron by Ueda Bin (after the French of Emile Verhaeren) translated from Japanese by Yoshikaze Kawakami...

. A Taste of Northern New England I’ll never feel at home in Robert Frost’s Vermont—too many deconstructed walls, And...

. Forsythia Fading ---after Robert Frost and A.E. Housman Green leaves push yellow blooms away. Bold colors leave, their lives...

. On a Raging Storm Storms raged in the eastern U.S. in Spring of 2019. Is it a freak of...

. Ten Pennies Per Paper Poppy ---a childhood memory of Memorial Day Ten pennies per paper poppy I helped my...

. A Waltz of Longing In the heat of the day, we begin With a glance and a breath, cheek...

. The Genesis Wind ---written in the wake of Hurricane Milton I close my eyes to better gauge the gusting...

. Kissing Cousin I see her every two years, usuallyWhen someone dies or marries. And we kissAs if we were...

. Wedding Night by Christine de Pisan (1364--c. 1430)translated by Margaret Coats A sweet supremacy marks marriage;I prove it from...

. What the Caterpillar Calls the End ---for those who are becoming The light grew dim, the air grew still,...

. The Dyer’s Second Tale---A Medieval Heist Here beginneth the Dyer’s Second Tale . Part I The Third Crusade had...

. Sonnet XIII On days you do not need my sound embrace, When tenderness and warmth envelop you And Fortune...