‘Two Strangers Passing on the Street’ by Richard Lackman
The two were different as could be as anyone could surely see One was tall and thick and white, the...
Read moreDetailsThe two were different as could be as anyone could surely see One was tall and thick and white, the...
Read moreDetailsThe Fallen Vestige The fallen vestige of her foliate time: Browned leaves beneath; coarse needles of old pine Once green...
Read moreDetailsVespers Lonely broods the moonlit gloom High above the river's flume, Hiding in its dark vault Stars nebulous clouds exalt....
Read moreDetailsClick: a Pic of Xi Jinping By Lu "Reed Cabs" Wei He rolls along, like as a giant panda bear,...
Read moreDetailsOh what is the hue? The right shade of blue To color the new morning sky And the green for...
Read moreDetailsTell me why the patient is still crying. What pharmaceuticals? pain pills? barbiturates? What pretties has the doctor been supplying?...
Read moreDetailsRetreating Snow Like an old man dragging his long white hair out of the lawn, back toward the forest’s shade,...
Read moreDetailsOde to Alexander They say he cried, the great king, when He marched upon his journey's end. To live...
Read moreDetails"Beauty comes from life well lived." —Wilbur Dee Case They are all looking for a loveliness refined, a beautiful design...
Read moreDetailsHeld on April 14, 2014, at Da Tang, in New York, participants read Tang Dynasty poetry, contemporary poetry previously written...
Read moreDetailsThis Autumn Evening These words of Bashō I cannot claim as my own, but they appear again and again...
Read moreDetailsIn prison cells our aching calls go nowhere but around the walls, and bruising hands repress our cries, replacing truth...
Read moreDetailsI love to gaze into the midnight sky To search the night for planets and bright stars, Caress, with pointing...
Read moreDetailsA little hurt, a little grime, a little dirt, a little crime on Falun Gong. A little smell, a little...
Read moreDetailsO sweet be this soft morning’s song As golden mist on earth descends And skylarks trill an hour long While...
Read moreDetailsBecause he gave up life in town To graze the old undulant farm They called him a provincial clown Who...
Read moreDetailsI dreamed again last night, of waters, raging, That break in waves across the Thunersee, Where mountains coldly climb, fir-clad...
Read moreDetailsA grand council of trees Stood majestic, serene Heavy laden with snow Beautiful and pristine And I felt reverence For...
Read moreDetailsIf you want your children to be brilliant, tell them fairy tales. If you want them to be very brilliant,...
Read moreDetailsWe are proud to announce the publication of The Society of Classical Poets' 2014 Journal! The best poetry of the...
Read moreDetailsDaybreak As day begins in honey’d light, I watch a flock of geese take flight. They fly formation heading...
Read moreDetailsWhere Does the Sky Begin or End? Where does the sky begin or end? The sea above, the stars attend?...
Read moreDetailsWaiting for Dawn atop Butterfly Mountain A dilapidated lepidopteran dying atop The Mountain of Butterflies holds out her wings...
Read moreDetailsThe wisp of wind that makes the leaves go dance and play above the browning grass, cannot but stir awake...
Read moreDetailsA Message in the Halloween Decorations (Based on a True Story) Compressed and clandestine, the Chinese script small, The...
Read moreDetailsUnbroken If I should break myself today Unchanged from every burden bare Determined unafraid to say That I shall...
Read moreDetailsThe Philadelphia Pepper Pot Legend This day in 1777, American soldiers, at Valley Forge, camped. By hunger and winter's...
Read moreDetails"More SpongeBob, Mimi"--this I hear a dozen times a day. How much more can I stand to see? No more...
Read moreDetailsFirst Place: Bruce Dale Wise (Prize: $500) Second Place: Damian Robin Third Place: Reid McGrath Honorable Mention: Betsy M....
Read moreDetailsMade (by Imprisoned Falun Gong) in China It's mass production everywhere I look, From toys of plastic hope to...
Read moreDetailsWhat’s out to kill us makes us more alive. Let’s go escape with me forget our fear, So run with...
Read moreDetailsInstruction The tales of Ovid are a theme that suits The Prince, but will not do for your repute....
Read moreDetailsResearch Guideline Throughout investigative history, a basic principle has long held sway: When we unravel Nature’s mystery, complexity’s the...
Read moreDetailsMetaphorical Meditation Musings My thoughts, like waves of ocean's surface swells that roll repeatedly, then crash on shore, neglect...
Read moreDetailsImprisonment, torture, pathetic wrong - begat from a people of age-old culture, wit, classic beauty, artistry and song: practices akin...
Read moreDetailsGreeks, Bearing Gifts The coils of wood cascade as worn blades glide from cedar lengths, rough-hewn deformed and coarse,...
Read moreDetailsWhat wonder! - In the arcs described by wings Aloft and floating on the fair spring air. In graceful glides,...
Read moreDetailsThe Rainbow A wave of color binds our sentiments before it fades. For each emotion, is a subtlety in...
Read moreDetailsBallet Lesson The flow has ebbed and left a tidal pool. A little tern wades in with webbed feet...
Read moreDetailsCalpurnia’s Paranoia Beware the Ides of March, she said— if you ignore the signs, you’re dead. But Caesar did...
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