. Sonnet II: Liu Xitong Liu Xitong (pronounced Leo She-tong) recently spoke on Capitol Hill about the persecution he faced...

after the style of Petrarch The aching of your leave clings sadly, still And pangs of emptiness I lone endure...

  These twain ephem’ral lives were fraught with woes When they, a boy and girl in morn of life, Defied...

On Ralph Vaughan Williams’ The Lark Ascending, a romance for violin and orchestra inspired by George Meredith’s poem of the...

Author's Note: This Sonnet, formatted as both prose and poetry, is written as a parody of James Joyce; specifically, his...

A Poet's Prayer My words are lying, cold and still; reproaching me, their silence shrill. With emptiness, my heart they...

(1976-1978) In Soviet Georgia, I feel linguistic shock. At first assuming residents speak Russian, I say Nyet, not Ara, igniting...

To Old Friends Around the bonfire, we were brothers who sang Of joys that are gone, and the flame turned...

  Rosettes When seasons pause in moments cast, By visions of each flower’s past, The rose amongst all florae kissed,...

The Odyssey, 21.388-22.125, translated with an eye on Homer's instinctively cinematic style. by Mike Solot The cowherd, Philoetius, quickly but...

a sequel to “Let’s Take the Other Bus” Welcome, young friends, to this great university. I am your counselor, Dr....

Armed with Imagination Imagination armed this youthful knight— a plywood shield and sword of sapling wood created echoes in the...

  Poetry Today If elevated thought had ever beenThe least criterion of excellenceIn poetry, why should it then be seenToday...

Dirty Hands on Communism’s evil specter The evil specter’s dirty hands Have soiled the windows to the world. It’s smeared...

Shattered Prospects Pursued by every shadow,He rode the winding wayTo where his love lay waiting:Trunk packed for ocean stay.An owl...

  You Poor, Unfortunate Woman Last Monday was a special day for me. You got that big promotion and the...

Arise, You Bones “Come, spirit, from the four winds, and blow upon these slain, and let them live again.” –Ezechiel...

Written on Two Tree Island The golden fingers of the setting sun bestow their last caresses for the day. Although...

Old Glory It’s just another job—another day At work in dismal districts of this world. She sorts out shapes and...

. . The Demosthenian Literary Society The nobler and loftier days, gone by, The auld lang syne of the decades...

Letters We Wrote dedicated to Diane Fournier Across the months of summer and the states, We wrote our lengthy letters,...

  Allow for growth; dig wide—but not too deep. Add soil amender to the raw red clay. Remove the rope....

The Great War The world abruptly shattered Colossal was the war And of it’s better victims The gentler arts of...

Sancta Dei Genetrix by Joseph Charles MacKenzie Pure Mother of divine Simplicity, Being-in-Himself now slumbers in thy creche, For, thou...

Happy Holidaze Our holidays we sanitize. They don’t offend or stigmatize. In fact we made them squeaky clean, but what,...

  They look at you with contempt and sneer, A haughty air permeating there. "Equality" is their pernicious cheer; Floating...

The angler knows the stream, exactly where to cast the line. The fish in turn suspects what offers food disguises...

  I read that Christ said: “Turn the other cheek,” And told good friends I held that notion, but Still...

Heart Bleeding heart, a kindly soul Drives demand, you give your gold, Not for the cause they imbue, Guilt sequestered...

Translated by Jarek Zawadzki Upon the New Year's Day no fragrant flowers came out, Not till the second month did...

  The Chinese Bill of Rights In China, laws regarding human rights May keep a simple man awake at nights,...

(All poetry by Bruce Dale Wise) Ancient Melodies by Ercules Edibwa No longer are they heard, the ancient melodies of...

  As I grow old and frail, you will support me still. If I should shout or rail, calmly, you...

  A Visit from St. Nicholas, 1823 by Clement Clarke Moore 'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the...

  Of Roland and of Kings I sing of Arthur and Excalibur, The Table Round and fealty professed By knights...

  Oh Lat, dear Lat, where art thou at? Methinks thou seem a bit too flat... On Superman, and blokes...

  —from A Gallery of Ethopaths Schools are diploma mills that provide Credentials for people who have to hide In...

  A poem's truth, when presently revealed Inside its lines where they had first congealed Will fill you with a...

  If poets are supposed to write of death then let me O! poetically regret the beating heart abruptly stopped,...

  As autumn breezes blow away The warmth of summer’s sun, Then shortened is the light of day When we...