‘Every New Pantheon’: A Poem by C.B. Anderson
Every New Pantheon I gazed upon some cauliflower clouds Where many morphing faces looked around, And barring the descent ...
Every New Pantheon I gazed upon some cauliflower clouds Where many morphing faces looked around, And barring the descent ...
Reappraisals of Mortality "After the first death, there is no other." — Dylan Thomas The hill is steep That ...
Freedom’s Wring _When God seems to fail _The world starts to wail, And saints go marching home Like Sprites ...
A Potpourri of Aphoristic Verses Confronted with the truth, some will embrace it, While others, sadly, will refuse ...
Act III The signs suggested that my time was short, To which I gave a disbelieving snort. My future ...
Vernal Clinic To regular observers, spring had never seemed So jarringly abnormal as it did this year. Its bright ...
Faux Pas after Don Paterson When I decanted red, not white, and she called me a fool I bit ...
Tempus Fugit, Carpe Diem, Memento Mori Sed fugit interea, fugit irreparabile tempus.—Virgil, Georgics There comes a time in every ...
À la Carte A crouton on a flaccid salad, Your dinner date adds texture to An otherwise anemic toss, ...
At the No-Win Inn The room for error is across the hall, Between the storage bin for grave mistakes ...
Unexploited Providence “Why am I here?” I was afraid to ask, While walking—half asleep—this land of wonders. So, stumbling ...
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