Old Nights Was it incubus or succubus who – groggy, doe-eyed – walked me through the fine rain, sleeping? Older now, still wet from then,...

In this dynamic interview, New Lyre's David Gosselin and Rising Tide Foundation President Cynthia Chung discuss the deeper implications...

Behold, she dangles, helpless in the sky, Affrighted by the curving earth below: It beckons so seductively, as though 'Twould be a...

Small Child Small child with my eyes return my heart before you wander. Take the jewels. I wish you plenty. Place a flower’s petals...

Soldiers make quick work of life; Quick as the slipping of a knife They abandon mother, child and wife And are no more. To them the...

An ode on melancholy might conjure the worst stereotypes of poetry: restless youth agonizing over imagined existential crises – a...

Who goes there, wandering About the mists and the rains? Among the alpine crests And mountains’ crystal streams? A Chinese mountain man...

In this New Lyre Podcast, David Gosselin (Founder of The Chained Muse) and Matthew Ehret discuss the real story of Edgar Allan Poe as a...

Time to recount the sparrows of the air. Seated alone on an elected stair, I stare as they appear and disappear. Tonight the deck...