‘The Dying’: A Poem by T.M. Moore
. The Dying It’s getting to be time again when all the leaves, their labors nearly done, prepare their legacy....
Read moreDetails. The Dying It’s getting to be time again when all the leaves, their labors nearly done, prepare their legacy....
Read moreDetails. The Chief Baker Responds to Joseph "And Joseph answered and said, This is the interpretation thereof: The three baskets...
Read moreDetails. Nothing Compares Last year, on a private tour of Italy and Spain, I saw the Colosseum and cathedrals… so...
Read moreDetails. I Love My Paranoia I love my paranoia That no one else can see. It’s like a loving shadow...
Read moreDetails. Bright Light, Some City "It's probably a reflection of my own, if I may say, loneliness. I don't know....
Read moreDetails. Storm Dog Thunder, bounding through the holler, shouts. The lights are flickering but are not out. My dog is...
Read moreDetails. Something in the Water The swimmer had removed her clothes, __Then turned and gave a wail, For in the...
Read moreDetails. Take Me Out to the Ball Game The game of baseball’s changed since I was younger, Back when the...
Read moreDetails. Devotions Night after night, for nigh a year, When bedtime came, we’d watch our child Be overcome by his...
Read moreDetails. Lamplights at Dusk Along the tree-lined lane, I walk at dusk, On pavement gray, well-washed by autumn showers, And...
Read moreDetails. California Meme-ing ---on Gov. Newsom's recent ban of AI deepfake memes The perilous and puckish AI fairy Has magicked...
Read moreDetails. The Painter The moment when a painting is complete, He starts another piece without delay Like respiration—take a breath;...
Read moreDetails. The Last Petal In a garden old and wise, Where blooms and seasons intertwine, A rose stood tall against...
Read moreDetails. The Father of All Lights "Every good thing given and every perfect gift is from above, coming down from...
Read moreDetails. Oaks of Righteousness “That they may be called oaks of righteousness, the planting of the LORD…” ---Isaiah 61:3 What...
Read moreDetails. Of Windows and Lawns "I grew up in a neighborhood of folks who were very proud of their lawn."...
Read moreDetails. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vtNh_jWAzKU . Henry Knox in His Bookstore ---from Legends of Liberty, Volume 3 The chiming of a doorway’s silver...
Read moreDetails. August, at Your Pleasure The year, by August, late in middle age,gives knowing winks to autumn as the goldof...
Read moreDetails. Follow the Miracle A random head-turn? Vector wind deflection? Or was it truly heavenly protection? His head came close...
Read moreDetails. Viracocha Viracocha made the world, __He made it in a day. A day in Viracocha’s life __Would leave you...
Read moreDetails. Valediction for a Critic "She can second-guess the sixth sense of a poem." —Seamus Heaney "I thought—and still think—that...
Read moreDetails. Light Wave Heatwave When the temperature rises, a worker despises __The withering glare of the sun. When the sweat’s...
Read moreDetails. Kristallnacht---The Night of Broken Glass I tell my son he must not make a sound. I whisper, “Karl, this...
Read moreDetails. To September Your fields and groves are lushly emerald still; Your flowers still waft their scents and vaunt their...
Read moreDetails. Let’s Laugh at Leftists with a nod to Joseph S. Salemi Step right up and see the freaks, Who...
Read moreDetails. Catullus XI Furius and Aurelius, my two friends, Whether I go to farthest India, The shore by ever-pounding Eastern...
Read moreDetails. When Your Foe Is Perilously Strong When your foe is perilously strong It mightn’t be too preposterous or wrong To let...
Read moreDetails. Solitaire A fresh tableau gives hope of gaining traction In the builds. Shortly, though, you see you’re beat. It’s...
Read moreDetails. There Are Masters and Then There Are Masters The moth’s desire for muzziness of moon Looms large in some...
Read moreDetails. Over the Hill Now that you’re "over the hill," Relax. Enjoy the view. Life’s a beach, so chill. Work?...
Read moreDetails. Flora's England The hedgerows droop with bulbous berries black As feathers of the Raven in the sun Of August,...
Read moreDetails. A Prayer in Three Quatrains Too well I know, I am a son of error; Too well I know...
Read moreDetails. The Traveler I walked along a dusty road, The night was long and cruel and cold. When suddenly upon...
Read moreDetails. Common Brief I watch the leaves awaken in the wood behind our home, as daybreak crawls along the trees,...
Read moreDetails. An Awkward Endorsement on Putin's recent endorsement of Kamala Harris for president There's no disputing, Putin's put the boot...
Read moreDetails. Crystal Spires or Lake of Fire? The day shall come. For some, just like a thief That sneaks unknown....
Read moreDetails. Nehemiah Questions Robert Frost About Walls “Something there is that doesn’t love a wall.” ---Robert Frost, “Mending Wall” “Jerusalem...
Read moreDetails. I Have Waited for September I have waited for September When the stars shine silver white; When the sun...
Read moreDetails. Empty Words There was a time not long agoWhen insults led to deadly duels.Today, on streaming videoI saw men...
Read moreDetails. Cicada Serenade Boys hang their beat on the heat of the summer. Sticky days twang with their thick, tinny...
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