Massive, gray, these leaden waves bear their unchanging burden— the sameness of each day to day while the wind seems to struggle to say...

You meekly poke your purple heads Through stubborn clumps of snow That yet persist in fallow beds Though balmy breezes blow; First to...

Wa le ghalib il Allah (God is the only victor) —Muhamed Ibn-l-Ahmar, founder of the Alhambra Palace He rode across the star-engulfed...

This is a poem I have known and loved for as long as I can remember. It has exerted a charm and fascination for me simply by virtue of...

A half-life passes, others come and go, But no clairvoyant eyes can find the day When what we’ve shared will finally ebb away. Our...

Here, where winter never really comes, How so, this vast profusion of wildflowers, These waves of jasmine sweet upon the wind, This hum...

Fingers of light peel away the hiddenness of badge-wearing sadists and Apache helicopter war crimes. Fingers of light peel away the lies...

In this podcast, Daniel Leach and David Gosselin discuss the importance of reviving the Promethean spirit in art, poetry, and society...

His body hung upon the cross Like shattered glass Like broken dreams A brittle thing A fragile flower Crushed. His blood congealed the...