‘Emily’s Lament’ by E.V. Wyler
A Villanelle My grandma smiled as I walked in the door pretending to overpower her pain because I came ...
A Villanelle My grandma smiled as I walked in the door pretending to overpower her pain because I came ...
Yes, I admit I seldom write, Or even think of you, But not, as you suppose, Because there's someone new, ...
Blessing in Disguise They catch each little misstep and with kindly, caring grace— they point out the right direction by ...
For Our Children “The sum is greater than its parts,” or so the saying goes. And now the two of ...
To a Red-Winged Black Bird on the Advent of Spring For some a robin heralds in the Spring. Others: a ...
Compassion, with your sun that shines unseen, You lead the river of man’s thoughts to flow Where Saving Grace’s golden ...
By Alex Phuong The night sky has served as the inspiration for many poets and writers, from Longfellow’s “The Light ...
Riddling Away What slips and squanders, and has no matter? Leaves one to ponder, and rarely flatters? Is never ...
. . Hope What task be done, you thought was not?What asked and sought, forgot, was wrought?What strain was set ...
By Sandeep Kumar Mishra and Evan Mantyk English poetry has a rich history dating back at least 1,400 years. Looking ...
Note: The brown-headed cowbird, Molothrus ater, rather than raise its own young, lays its eggs in the nests of other birds, which may ...
Verification What further evidence will now be needed to assure Us that behind the strictly physical there’s something more, And ...
"For even in the beginning, when arrogant giants were perishing, the hope of the world took refuge on a ...
Posting atop the hill beyond the field in rain so thick he barely saw the bodies, the General tilted back ...
. Visiting the Ruins of Tintagel Castle I wander through a forest deep __in Cornish countryside And think I see some ...
. Sally Cook is both a poet and a painter residing in upstate New York. In addition to the Society ...
Spring was near now Spring’s here, come to waken all the flowers and to welcome April showers. Spring was near ...
If Romeo Had Received the Letter Part I Romeo (in the catacomb, lying down beside Juliet) The friar’s note said: ...
Blue Star Mama painted calm and clouded landscapes Before she wed, blue-green and grassy shapes, But these went by the ...
I Watch the Sun I watch the sun, its trek, across the sky. The shadow too to see how it ...
Boston Public Garden On Boston Public Garden's willowed shorebank, two little girls are feeding ducks: they prance from beak ...
By Evan Mantyk In the sea of free verse, drifting downward into the bottomless whirlpool of aesthetic relativism, it is hard ...
By Cid Wa'eeb El Sur "The end is where we start from." —T. S. Eliot, Four Quartets, Little Gidding Upon ...
“Doing what deserves to be written, writing what deserves to be read, living to make the world a happier ...
White Wolf, Black Wolf: A Cherokee Story A trijan refrain Inside you lives a wolf of white— of patience, peace ...
One Near-Death Experience at the Royal Bournemouth Hospital To be dazed out, phased out, near to dying In a ...
After E. T. A. Hoffman "Only connect..." E. M. Forster, Howard's End By Ewald E. Eisbruc The inner structure of the ...
We Forget How quickly we forget the people killed, Millions slaughtered to get a lie fulfilled. All those Russians in ...
Divided into easy to engage and topical categories such as Beauty, Humor, Anti-Communism, and The Environment, the 2017 Journal features ...
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…
... and I absolutely love your “memento mori” observation. My personified Earth IS whispering of our own mortality. Perhaps the…
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