Daredevil
There are days that I believe (and nights that I deny) love is not mutilation. Daredevil, dry your eyes. There are tightropes leaps...
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- Mar 19
- 3 min
The Poet's Function by Victor Hugo
God summons him in times awry, When each must rise and each must serve, But shame on him who hopes to hide, Or wanders off into the...
By John Martin
- Mar 19
- 6 min
What Is Art?
This isn't an essay. But it isn't a manifesto either. A manifesto is something one writes before one has started. An essay is something...
By Martin McCarthy
- Mar 14
- 6 min
Bringing Sappho to Life: The Innovative Translations of Michael R. Burch
Not much is known about the Greek poet Sappho, except that she was born around 630 B.C. on the island of Lesbos in the port city of...
By Laura Celise Lippman
- Mar 14
- 2 min
Black Windows of Night & Other Poetry
Black Windows of Night Each night we sit together as the dark lengthens and the snowy mountains fade at an earlier hour. I light candles...
By Robert Funderburk
- Mar 11
- 1 min
Beyond Seasons & Other Poetry
Beyond Seasons The leaves of autumn’s frosty winds, red and gold and rust, draw more beauty from death than sunlight and gentle rain on...
By Cori Steinberg
- Mar 5
- 1 min
Picasso & Other Poetry
Picasso Of all a sudden Changed every thing Curve of the orbit Shift of the frame. Head tilt the world Appears downside up Thoughts new...
By Adam Sedia
- Mar 5
- 3 min
Behind the Lines: Nothing Gold Can Stay
Even though Robert Frost was born in California, he is known as a quintessentially New England Poet. His family roots were there and he...
By Paul Gallagher
- Feb 28
- 2 min
Wild Birds
Across a still and perfect sky in Autumn The geese come headlong, urgent, flying low With no heed of guns or wind or weather, As if brute...
By Louis Markos
- Feb 20
- 5 min
Dante on Eden
Author’s Introduction: Imagine if Homer, Virgil, Dante, Chaucer, and the other great poets of ancient Greece, Rome, and the Middle Ages...
By Rowland Hughes
- Feb 20
- 1 min
Throwing Away the Wind
It was the best kite we’d made, at least the only one that flew. An old tablecloth, needle and thread, bamboo canes, string and folded...
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