Woe is a work that seeks to engage its viewers in the universal emotion its title suggests.  This man is...

The urge for civility in war is noble and worthy. In an epic poem written over 2,500 years ago, even...

Is outsourcing to foreign countries a good thing or bad thing? The gradual demise of American manufacturing seems to be...

The End of the Party The blood-red dragon struggles To keep China locked, To keep the whole world huddled, ‘Cow’-towed,...

On "Kaaterskill Creek" by Erik Koeppel for the memory of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow The site is downstream from the Kaaterskill...

One of the oil paintings in the Art of Zhen, Shan, Ren International Exhibition is titled “Fortitude” and depicts a...

In Niagara by Frederick Edwin Church, immediately one’s taken in to the great falls. From a remarkably precarious perch, one’s...

“Granma died, my ex tried suicide,” you confide in me, your credabil- ity nil for one more dark excuse is...

(The Epoch Times)—The Chinese photojournalist Du Bin, who was released in July after a month’s detention by police, has published...

Young knucklehead: Today you’ll bruise your thumb To harden you to pains to come; The sun will burn; the heat...

Goddess sleek and draped in white, Flowing wisps of long brown hair, Halo hat of holy light, Cherubs floating everywhere....

How weird and eerily appears, that solar surge, Aurora Borealis, 1865, by Hudson River School's Frederic Edwin Church. The skyscape...

Art Speaks is the Epoch Times’ global art exploration project. Here we explore works of art created before 1900 from...

The Three Little Pigs —a story retold There were three little pigs, one, two, three —roly-poly and pink, as pink...

Avocado Grove On dry, withered leafs Until drizzle leaves Sitting silently The fruit’s ripe, big crops Giant green rain drops...

Nearby a wasp lights, twitching its pointed stinger in the summer heat. As I drive my car, an eagle flies...

They operate contrary to the rules of common sense that we hold dear as proof that what we know is...

The Farmer’s Wife He may as well be sitting on a piece Of junk john-boat out on some open lake....

1.  In 373, at Antioch, Jerome asked himself if he were not a disciple of Cicero rather than Christ, his...

By Christine Lin NEW YORK—How could staring at a canvas barely two square feet transport a person to the hillsides...

Bereft of the poetry of his soul The knight took refuge in the house of death Into darkness he went...

A disturbing riddle was told to me: “The city of evil that starts with ‘B’ That has six more letters...

The chicken crossed the road I heard. Which was so silly, so absurd, Especially for so dumb a bird. But...

Alone, I take a flight to see some friends, I gaze out over ocean from the clouds and marvel, as...

The Trojan War has finished its long course. Achaeans won by sneaking past the vaulting walls As if they were...

I wonder if I'll ever see a banished piece of Poetry of mine in print. I hope and pray and...

Across the trough o' th' mighty Hudson River at Poughkeepsie, New York, there's a cantilever bridge of steel, connected to...

Drums lie tilted, battered and still; Grass fires gutter; none are left to kill; Bitter smoke coils through leafless trees;...

Implicitly the Cosmos has design, Just as I hold the pattern in my mind Of how this sonnet’s feet and...

Written in May 2010 / Revised April 2020 Trumpets blast and Heaven opens, light shoots through, Gods of all the...

By Mary Byrom Last year, painter Erik Koeppel left New York City’s big art scene behind. He moved to a...

Steven J. Levin was born in Minneapolis MN in 1964.  His interest in art began early, when as a young...

Near a brief flash of lightning sits a bird, a white one on a gray and sloping roof, and rests...

God of men who’s dressed in white, Beard on face of long brown hair, Halo pattern traced in light, Nimbus...

An Oklahoma Nightmare Leashed from the continent, it flew— on 20 May 2013— and caught the currents of the airy...

In meadows green and pastures sweet, My love and I, we first did meet; She watched me tend my flock...

Pressure is what the loam feels when, buried and dis-tracted, it cannot function right; when it cannot get at the...

The Union army's futile frontal attacks on December 13 against entrenched Confederate defenders on the heights behind Fredericksburg is remembered...

Grains of Time Somewhere through the hour glass, slip grains of time, eroding fast. Past and present times collide, revealing...

The Ring for E. S. and W. S. "my precious," —Gollum, in The Hobbit, J. R. R. Tolkien   I...