Poetry

The Wu Wei-ter The Contemporary Artist The Modern Artist On a Wind-brushed...

By Joshua Philipp The winds of change, so soft they blow. In the blink of an eye, a thousand years. Immeasurable is the great river’s flow, to sail, one must remove his fears. So fine, the ship on...

By Dan Skorbach I sit with you the silent moon of May, After the chores of day are soundly sleeping. Here, once again, you come to guide the way, For those who in the night are lost and seeking. You...

By Evan Mantyk The Apocalypse: what would it look like? Half the people now gone, When the gods’ dike That holds back raging waters was half withdrawn. Weeds overgrown, buildings abandoned, Houses...

By Joshua Philipp Just as flowers fall, so shall we all What meaning to find before time makes its call To love and the spring Softly we’d sing Then what is left, for to dust turn the memories of...

Heaven’s Gate Opens After History’s Long March Over 7,000 years of human civilization, how many heroes have taken the stage? Rise and fall, success and failure are like waves gone by, Love, hate,...

The American poet Robert Frost was born on March 26, 1874, in San Francisco, CA. He spent his first 40 years mostly unknown, and it wasn’t until after returning to the United States from England—where he...

By Evan Mantyk Get this thing out of my mind, It should never undermine, It should go and let me be, It should go and I’ll be free! Tear it out from in my heart, From its madness I can part, From...

By Joshua Philipp We laid in mud at sorrow’s end, in a land of woeful souls. It’s a place where dreams of hollowed men are flown as flags on poles. And weary riders seeking doom ride blindly over...

. Lepanto Editor's Note: Don John of Austria, or Don Juan de Austria, (1547-1578) was half-brother to King Philip II of Spain and a Spanish military commander who achieved victory over the Turks in the...

A hunchbacked man, at least a hundred years old Hobbles by as I wait for the train, I brace for the inevitable sharp pain, When his grotesque odor will soon take hold, But, to my surprise, instead, the...

So Far Beyond This The God of This World to his Prophet The Flautist of North Station...

Helenium Prayer Flags No Cheeks Turn I'm...

The Moon Journey The Goddess of...

Primordial Nostalgia Crossing Samsara Why Do We Live? Look Up,...

. The Tyger Tyger Tyger, burning bright, In the forests of the night; What immortal hand or eye, Could frame thy fearful symmetry? In what distant deeps or skies. Burnt the fire of thine eyes? On what wings...