Poetry

. Black and Red Within a latent, pathless peak, A mountain’s womb begins to leak The flicker of a fervent...

. O, Brother Surveillance permeates us now,__George Orwell saw it coming.Stamped social credits mark our brow,__the cityscape is humming, The...

. The Winter Games Go On Although detainees must sleep in cramped cells on cement floors, and though they must...

. Lockdown The day sprawls wider than a yawn, a mouth that sucks a ticking clock, a door that lets...

. Sonnetized “Why poetry?” My chair leans in his chair And slides me a sabbatical-swelled smirk. The past nine months...

. Living The Dream   “I look to a day when people will not be judged by the color of their...

. Martin Luther King, Jr. Meets Today’s Left How would the Left see Dr. King Just what reaction would they...

. I Grieve Bleak Streets I grieve bleak streets where handguns reign in terror Daring inner-city residents To duck and...

. Let It Bleed My family believes a puzzle piece is missing, that it’s me and if they snap it...

. A Truthful Triolet I want the truth. I want to trust The words that trip from lips that lied....

. Obsession an Alfred Dorn sonnet As candles gently glow in amber light The picture centered high upon the wall...

. Caring Now, while Winter’s noisy emptiness moans In the flue, Dearest, look out at all these Somberly unimpatient silent...

. Civis Romanus Sum (I am a Roman citizen) As Paul stood bound and for the whip outstretched, He said...

. The Spirit of the Anti-Mary a poem in honor of Our Lady of Gualalupe in reparation for the crime...

. The Artist Intuitive journey, subconscious creations refuse to diffuse while the muse makes the choice to infuse mystic magic...

. The Lost The fog rolled heavy, down to blunt the day, Sharp skyscraper tops dissolved into the gray. Pale...

. Limerick China’s footballers haven’t a clue why they can’t go and get a tattoo, but I think it might...

. The A-bomb Dome in Hiroshima The epicentre of the blast was here, This dome, its empty ribcage gaunt and...

. The View from Space My helmet gone, I float among the stars As weightless as my lungs deprived of...

. Fleet of Foot Pheidippides A Grecian runner named Pheidippides, From Athens, ran to Sparta with a plea. “We need...

. https://youtu.be/RMcLVFNbueY . Complete poem text here. CREDITSPoetry: Alan Nordstrom (1939-)Audio/Visual Work: Society of Classical PoetsVoice-Over: Evan MantykPhotos/Footage:“Milky Way with...

. Cascading Nation Now not so much a nation as a place for pushing through a bruit cacophony of cultures...

. Sadness Has Silent Feet Sorrow comes on softened steps, __But joy leaps madly in. Where is she with the...

. St. Joseph’s Admonition Forget yourself, and do what’s right, Remember how you gained your sight, So do not pause...

. It’s Coming for You! It’s coming to devour you, you know. There’s no escape no matter where you go....

. The Ninth Day of the Emperor's Wrath a rondeau redoublé The stadium roared at the end of the fight....

. Good Conscience Under our cauls a sleepless giber lurks, A callous judge of all our selfish smirks Who slices...

. Sonnet by José de Espronceda (1808-1842) | translated from Spanish by Adam Sedia Fresh, lush, pure, and perfumed luxuriantly, The...

. https://youtu.be/dYyxThEY71o . An Excerpt from The Western Star for Epiphany, January 6, 2022 The road stretched out forever in...

. Annuary Stichs Jamesian intricacies swarmed about the voter-counts; a massive fraud had taken place beyond the lovely mounts. Nobody...

. There are a number of ways to go wrong in poetry. Unfortunately, the Poetry Establishment is only willing to...

. The Language of Hope The heart forbids the mind to let it go; __Extinguished love has deeper scars, __The...

. Reviewed Book: A Thing With Feathers, by J. John Nordstrom, independently published, 2021 by Andrew Benson Brown A Thing...

. Forever Faun In mottled shade of forest stood a faunSo still he seemed to be no living thing;The sun...

. Unprofitable Servant Bergoglio clarifies his views on the Latin Mass A treasure was mine, but it’s too long ago...

. Meditations on Ecclesiastes . Inquiry “What profit has a man for all his labor…?” ---Ecclesiastes 1: 3 None knows...

. The Dark Knight I’ve always held the Queen in high esteem, Her ever-classy, never brassy aura Shines noble splendour...

. So It Is Written The books that I have owned for many years, Still sitting on my shelves or...

. Introduction In a second-hand bookshop, located in the French Quarter (New Orleans), I discovered a poetry book by Margaret...

. Last Christmas I’d rushed there through the afternoon In someone else’s borrowed car Where you, distressed I’d come too...