. Ruben “We have words that speak of the ongoing presence of such privations: orphan, widow, widower. And perhaps the...

. Civics 101 Jejune excuses used too many times Do not undo the doer from the deed: A miscreant accused...

. Of When I Lived in Prague--- I wander through a maze of gold and stone, Mosaic pavement watched by...

. Eulogy for a Them We gather here to celebrate a him Or her (an it? a they?) and in...

. Screened. I. The Phony Mom a true story Her phone, in hand above the stroller, Blocked her baby from...

. Peach Blossom Dreaming Peach blossoms furnish inwrought dreaming room Intangible to fingertips corrupt; __Substantially beyond each tapered petal’s plume...

. Spring Shower How beautiful the rain– The cool and cleansing rain! I watch as tiny rivulets Run down my...

. Born in a Wuhan Lab Newsflash: U.S. Energy Department says it was probably a lab leak. Those men in...

. ABOUT THE CONTEST Many poets who have been published by the Society of Classical Poets have had their poems...

. The Piano Student Glissandos flow like rivers from the keys, One by one, you slide with practiced skill And...

. Delmon’s Progeny Delmon, also known as Dilmun, is a Semitic culture connected to Mesopotamia that flourished in the 2nd...

. Bite Your Tongue If you should feel the sudden urge __To put forth your opinions, Letting sundry thoughts diverge...

. Winter Hyphenation Knit cap above, two squinting eyes below Face frozen fresh-fall snowfall, white as snow. Constricted pupils dim the...

. A Woman’s Right Eli Hart's story was highlighted by the Daily Wire here. Come hear of little Eli Hart—...

. On Hate God hates the evildoer and I can do no less. He gave us ten commandments for evil...

. Moon Garden Party It’s small and all reserved For plants that love full sun, Edges distinct though curved Refine...

. Aristotle Abridged* And so we ponder virtue and vice. __We seek the mean, not the extreme. Perplexed, I ask...

. Willy Wonky on the revision of Roald Dahl’s works  The whacky wokester clowns employed at Puffin Are wrecking classics with exciting stuff in. They’re ditching all the derring-do and dark...

. The Reagan with apologies to Edgar Allan Poe Once upon a long and weary voting day with chances dreary...

. The Emerald Queen A Legend from the Future . Part I. Have you heard the old tale of the...

. Through the Eyes of Angels Look down upon the Earth as angels might! See seas as insignificant as ponds,...

. Reckoning Will darkness drop again so we may know The thrill and chill of winter blowing, storming, And will...

. In a School of Transformation I fix a mildly-optimistic smile upon my face, which until lately bore a tortured...

. Officium Defunctorum Spiritus meus attenuabitur, dies mei breviabuntur, et solum mihi superest sepulcrum. —Job 17:1 There is no need...

. La Sirena At some point they ceased to be beautiful. Even their voices. Bare breasts, bare arms, screams Savage...

. Troll   "Be like seeds; do not see dirt thrown at you as your enemy, but as ground to grow."...

. The Times Madness clamours all around me, Brute unreason fouls the air, Rampant passion would confound me— Invitations to...

. And Every Dog His Day There’s no such thing as dog-years.  You were fooled By sentimental nincompoops who don’t...

. So Much Depends upon a Dog So much depends upon a dog The earth revolves around the sun. Each...

. Snowflakes Now soft and white the snowflake clusters fall. The wind picks up and blusters. Millions drift Like powdered...

. Poetic Influence true stories I His baby girl with Mom at home, The work bus carted him away. His...

. The Chinese Spy Balloon From that balloon botch I’m most wondering, Why Biden stalled to shoot it from the...

. Modernism and the Murder of the People’s Poetry and Art In Response to “Poetry Died 100 Years Ago this...

. Dante Meets Paolo and Francesca: Canto V of Inferno by Dante Alighieri (1265-1321) translated by Stephen Binns And so...

. An Appeal I want to be a fiber on your loom, A constant fixture in your living room, A...

. Ageless Not in the golden mists of memory Nor in the colder mists of future years Shall I find...

. The Ballad of Mrs. Pam Able Mrs. Pam Able was very unstable, And loved to be tied to her...

. Could it be Love? a pantoum My wits are kissed. Could it be love? My brain is drained of...

. Odysseus Begs? He’s leaning on a Pluto niche machine: an ATM, balanced on his good leg— a fresh appearance...

. The Number 128: The Picnic “Let’s go on a picnic,” the older one said; “We’ll take tins of salmon...