I cut my finger, the sanguine smell Permeates the air like petrichor. The blood flows slow like caramel Delighting in its long encore. My...

I’ve dreamt dreams fairer than my father’s dreams— I’ve dreamt dreams fairer than my mother’s dreams— Dreams dreamt by strangers stranger...

I was a mere sixteen that Summer day We all piled in a beat-up car and drove To Woodstock, or someplace we had been told That a great...

The world does not care what lies along the edge of the chisel or upon the face Of the hammer. It sees only David there. Before he was...

May all of your illusions be shattered beyond your ability to reassemble them. May you learn quickly from your failures and successes....

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...

At the end of part 2 of ‘Shall We Allow Poets in the Republic’, we came upon the proposition that poets either must be ‘possessed and...

Locust Face down on the ground, hands by your sides, palms up, with all four limbs extended, lift your head, chest, arms and legs—a...

Author’s Introduction: Imagine if Homer, Virgil, Dante, Chaucer, and the other great poets of ancient Greece, Rome, and the Middle Ages...