19 January 2009
Vol. 8, No. 4
poetry, crown of sonnets
The birds I hear don't sound like opera, not
like flutes or piccolos at play. They sound
like birds. Sometimes the birds are all I've got.
There's nothing grand but wakefulness, the ground
I jump from; nothing but the shining air…
15 October 2008
Vol. 8, No. 3
poetry
You croon like Johnny, and you look like June.
To hear your thrilling trill, to take my stress
for one more song, shy son, I'll trade the moon,
your husky voice is best, I do confess.
8 July 2008
Vol. 8, No. 2
poetry, classic
Cyriack, this three years' day these eyes, though clear,
To outward view, of blemish or of spot,
Bereft of light, their seeing have forgot;
Nor to their idle orbs doth sight appear
Of sun, or moon, or star, throughout the year,
Or man, or woman.
7 July 2008
Vol. 8, No. 2
poetry, classic
I did but prompt the age to quit their clogs
By the known rules of ancient liberty,
When straight a barbarous noise environs me
Of owls and cuckoos, asses, apes, and dogs …
12 June 2008
Vol. 8, No. 2
poetry, classic
Mine, as whom washed from spot of childbed taint
Purification in the Old Law did save,
And such as yet once more I trust to have
Full sight of her in Heaven without restraint,
Came vested all in white, pure as her mind.
11 June 2008
Vol. 8, No. 2
poetry, classic
When I consider how my light is spent,
Ere half my days in this dark world and wide,
And that one talent which is death to hide
Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent
To serve therewith my Maker, and present
My true account, lest He returning chide;
13 February 2008
Vol. 7, No. 4
poetry, classic
I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.
21 September 2007
Vol. 7, No. 3
poetry, classic
O solitude! If I must with thee dwell,
Let it not be among the jumbled heap
Of murky buildings;—climb with me the steep,
Nature's Observatory
2 November 2006
Vol. 6, No. 3
poetry, love poem, light verse
Mr. Fix-It, you're no passkey Schneider,
eager to put your key in my Julie.
Oh, but say the word, my big star lucky —
I'll curtsey like a love-hungry spider.
15 June 2006
Vol. 6, No. 2
poetry, classic
When I have fears that I may cease to be
Before my pen has glean'd my teeming brain,
Before high-pilèd books, in charact'ry
Hold like rich garners the full-ripen'd grain…
14 June 2006
Vol. 6, No. 2
poetry, classic
Four Seasons fill the measure of the year;
There are four seasons in the mind of man:—
He has his lusty Spring, when fancy clear
Takes in all beauty with an easy span…
13 June 2006
Vol. 6, No. 2
poetry, classic
Bright Star! would I were steadfast as thou art—
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night,
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
Like Nature's patient sleepless Eremite…
19 February 2006
Vol. 5, No. 4
poetry, classic
Then let not winter's ragged hand deface
In thee thy summer, ere thou be distill'd…
16 February 2006
Vol. 5, No. 4
poetry, classic
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds…
8 August 2005
Vol. 5, No. 2
poetry, classic
I wake and feel the fell of dark, not day.
What hours, O what black hours we have spent
This night! what sights you, heart, saw; ways you went!
2 September 2004
Vol. 4, No. 3
poetry, classic
I found a ball of grass among the hay
And progged it as I passed and went away;
And when I looked I fancied something stirred,
And turned again and hoped to catch the bird…
2 September 2004
Vol. 4, No. 3
poetry
She learned later she'd lunched with a movie
star from Mexico. They'd almost exchanged
Ah! He didn't offer his S.U.V.,
didn't apologize for the deranged…
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