‘A Season of Youth’ by Doug Thornton of France
The simple fruit the body once begot To please the supplicating year’s poor sky, Who pleaded tearful, nor did have ...
The simple fruit the body once begot To please the supplicating year’s poor sky, Who pleaded tearful, nor did have ...
"Heavenly Hurt, it gives us—" —Emily Dickinson A sunlit chair by Michael John Hunt sits in light, inside a house ...
The losses of this lifetime in retrospect I see Reflect a downward spiral of a flawed society: can we now ...
"How the Chimney-sweeper’s cry/ Every blackning Church appalls…” —William Blake, London “The Beijing Cough may not be as bad as ...
Elegy for a Blush No more does she show her flower; No more does the maiden cower. Snow-white cheek has ...
History There’s a story in every piece of history. Each time I probe into a part of history, I see ...
A line that travels down the middle of the scene divides the picture's plane in two: above, the vast and ...
Dear Competition Participants, Thank you for your submissions! I am pleased to announce the winner and honorable mentions of the ...
How that florid scent Wafts through your two vents Making all your senses yield To wilderness in a field. How ...
Anand PKC’s “transcendental realism” is on view now through Feb. 27 at Walter Wickiser Gallery, Manhattan, NY. Featured Image: ...
To Plait Celestial Chains They also serve who only stand and wait. - John Milton, “On his Blindness” They also ...
Armor Discard the anxious sheath which guards The balanced song inside Lest ballads deep in ebony Reverberate untied Forgo the ...
By Lew Icarus Bede It is difficult, if not impossible, to know the state of poetry in any language ...
Mount Solitude Snow shelves sit like sentinels Waiting for a tuft-eared lynx Stacked like dishes jutting jewels Balance weights on ...
Spring’s Rhyme Colour floods so slowly, Each petal takes its time-- It blossoms near to holy As it enacts Spring’s ...
PHOENIX—What does a rock formation in New Mexico have to do with an old abbey in France? It’s not the ...
My Love, Penelope My love, Penelope, I'm incomplete– You are not here, and I feel so alone; Love is a ...
From 'primeval' beginnings to 'immortality' (almost biblical!), you have weaved a spiritual thread through this piece, Margaret, incorporating longer vocabulary…
Margaret, your Lotus poem is so sweet. I always imagine that lotus flowers are accompanied by invisible faeries. I enjoyed…
Adam, thank you very much indeed! I'm glad to hear you find the dodo humorous. I think Lewis Carroll may…
Scott, thank you very much for your kind and appreciative comments. I am glad so many of us on this…
Martin, what a generous and inspirational comment. My Muse is dancing with delight and telling me to fetch my pen…
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