Apprenticeship The poem will prove a stern and daunting master to those who pussyfoot around the truth and, weaving daisy chains from each...

I hear you in the silence of the trees The Wilderness, they called it once, found in many places. Walking now, my heart sees the past, time before...

English poetry has been in existence for at least 1,400 years. This tradition continues alive and well at The Society of Classical Poets like nowhere...

Feathers of Disenchantment Pastors preached of birds as models of love, so sweet, so proper. Then parbleu, we heard sad news about the cheating...

In Praise of Formal Poetry Whether it’s ridiculous or sublime, we need the reassurance of meter, the familiar recurrence of rhyme. We yearn...

Bless with Children Sent, Amen! to fill the world with wonder they come in trust, brim-full of possibility, a soul (or spark from God, once...

Featured Image: “Rest on the Flight into Egypt,” circa 1570, by Paolo Veronese, oil on canvas, bequest of John Ringling to his museum in 1936....

Birth Yes, I recall that January night when, ushered from your room into the hall, and restless for the nurse’s slightest call, I reread...

Ars Poetica for Shaky Times       (Apologies to Auden and Horace) This little poem is in sonnet form; a poet will need support from the...

Up in the inky, velvet sky on this cold winter night the sky is lit with diamond chips that glow with spirit light. Not far away from twinkling...

. Goblin Market by Christina Rossetti        Morning and eveningMaids heard the goblins cry:'Come buy our orchard fruits,Come buy, come...

This poem shows three Achaean perspectives on three characters from Homer's Iliad, each from an individual point of view.  That individuality is one...

To the Caged Barn Owl, II I had thought you clean and blameless, Blindly cast you as the shameless Victim of baseless derision, Gaped at in...

  I This is the month, and this the happy morn, Wherein the Son of Heaven’s eternal King, Of wedded maid and Virgin Mother born, Our...

The plaintive wail of a child through the night Is a beastly howl, proclaiming its plight. The song of the wind through fractured grasses Echoes...

This poem is meant to raise awareness about the atrocity of organ harvesting from Falun Gong practitioners in China today. Please click here to sign...

NEW YORK—A planned monument to President Dwight Eisenhower in Washington, DC funded largely by taxpayer dollars has been put off until next year...

Adrift I spy your pain vast as the briny blue. I smell the creosote that seals your hold, but don’t let enmity be what you rue in logging a...

Learning to Flourish for Dan DeNicola Are we humans half empty or half full? A race of oxymorons, we’re wise fools Or doltish sages, subject...

American oil painter Susan Fox has traveled the world on wildlife expeditions, photographing and painting her way through the pristine wilds of Kenya...