A Poem on the Laundering of Drug Money, and Other Poetry by Rod Walford
Lucrative On the Laundering of Drug Money As commodities go, you are harmless enough Whether tendered in coin or...
Read moreDetailsLucrative On the Laundering of Drug Money As commodities go, you are harmless enough Whether tendered in coin or...
Read moreDetailsWeave a circle round him thrice, __And close your eyes with holy dread, __For he on honey-dew hath fed, And...
Read moreDetailsWhen Logos lived within the heart of man, Then beauty bloomed and flowered forth at will--- And every house...
Read moreDetailsJuly 4, 2020 A monument falls Rioters have no remorse What happened this fourth? Summer 2020 Sunny...
Read moreDetailsLondon’s Docklands, Pre-Gentrification from a sonnet by Wordsworth Earth has not anything to show more foul Unless it be...
Read moreDetailsLosing It He staggered round his living room in stunning disbelief As for the very umpteenth time, he’d gone...
Read moreDetailsThey tried and failed. They’re trying still To steal our freedom; break our will--- The terrorists who torment days...
Read moreDetailsMisdirection Some dictionaries and encyclopedias still define “fascism” as a far-right system of rule. They need to look again....
Read moreDetailsFor Nantes Cathedral Ravaged by Arson in July 2020, a Tribute This holy place, where the enthusiasm of builders was...
Read moreDetails. Poet's Note: The Venerable Bede tells us that in the 7th century Caedmon, “having lived in a secular habit...
Read moreDetailsNo Longer There I wonder if a change has come about. No longer do I feel that she is...
Read moreDetailsIn Response to an Article on the Persecution of Falun Gong Practitioners in China I read the other day about...
Read moreDetailsA Cut Above Why shouldn’t Nancy break a lockdown rule To bless us with her chestnut-tress finesse? As Speaker...
Read moreDetailsThere’s lots of riots in the street or so I’ve heard from someone’s tweet; they’re pulling out all...
Read moreDetailsBefore the plague I never knew my hands. The need to purify the human touch has turned my vision...
Read moreDetailsI am a cardboard cutout. I sit here in the stands. I do not think. I do not blink....
Read moreDetails'I Shall A Mighty Hunter Be!' “I shall a mighty hunter be, The King of Kills, by God’s decree!...
Read moreDetailsWe Siblings Three Attempt to add the hours we have shared: One hundred thousand, maybe thousands more? Our paths...
Read moreDetailsBackyard Bliss I hear hope’s song fill skies today __In trills beyond my door. Her citrus kiss burns through...
Read moreDetailsWinners Have Been Announced Here. "Poetry ... is a more philosophical and a higher thing than history: for poetry tends...
Read moreDetails"Poetry ... is a more philosophical and a higher thing than history: for poetry tends to express the universal,...
Read moreDetails"Poetry ... is a more philosophical and a higher thing than history: for poetry tends to express the universal, history...
Read moreDetailsI made her a bed with cushions and throws but she refused and slept in my bones. My skin,...
Read moreDetailsThe Angels’ Share Oh many a peer of England brews Livelier liquor than the Muse, And malt does more...
Read moreDetailsrhymes written after reading Simon Barnes’ blog post "Barn Owl in the Snow" Across the marsh, white passing over white,...
Read moreDetailsadapted from Babrius, first century A.D., and Jean de La Fontaine, 1621-1695 __At least twelve thousand years (though likely more)...
Read moreDetailsEditing with the OED for Rita Bornstein __Like a mental abattoir, the OED, With brumous exactitude, looms over me...
Read moreDetailsAbracadabra The written word is magical And not just something clerical. You scratch some marks into the sand; I...
Read moreDetailsThe potato blight and resultant Great Famine struck Ireland from 1845 to 1851. Potato crops didn’t recover until 1852,...
Read moreDetailsDoris Evelyn Alice Falconer, born April 9, 1922, died August 24, 2004 You taught me the importance of good...
Read moreDetailsThe Falcon “In what distant deeps or skies Burnt the fire of thine eyes? On what wings dare he...
Read moreDetailsOh, to helm an angel ship __Adrift in a billowy sea With a specter crew in a sky of...
Read moreDetailsby Andrew Benson Brown James Sale’s HellWard is the first volume of a planned trilogy entitled The English Cantos. If...
Read moreDetailsa villanelle My heart goes out to those unknown, Whose life by Time’s cruel hand erased, Their ravaged, riven,...
Read moreDetailsAb Initio Mundi* *ever since the beginning of the world At first the darkness reigned o’er all that was,...
Read moreDetailsin memory of my father-in-law, Pietro Lorefice (1938-2020) The bell now tolls, dear Pietro, for this hour When we...
Read moreDetailsMy marriage failed (they always do.) Emotionally unequipped To work things out without a script, We didn’t try to...
Read moreDetailsWhen the wokest of folk virtually convoke In a year of elections and riots and fear, Uncle Joe from...
Read moreDetails. Upon a boat, by ocean bound, Below the sun, upon the sound, The bait, a line, a reel, a...
Read moreDetailsMadcapfesto We’ll unlock prison gates and let the inmates saunter out. We’ll tear down wall and rule; we’ll sponsor...
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