Poem of the Week

I Got Off the Train I got off the train And said goodbye to the man I'd met. We'd been together for eighteen hours And had a pl...

Poetry asks us to pledge to one another, I see you. Poetry has been for centuries our great social media. You are its great theme. ...

Keaton I will be good; I will be good. I have set my small jaw for the ages and nothing can distract me from solving the appointed emer...

Sneeze Ode Here comes the sneeze with its end-of-the-world, mobster-motor, a-gog cog. You better not be holding nothing full, better no...

London I wander thro' each charter'd street, Near where the charter'd Thames does flow, And mark in every face I meet Mar...

A Green Crab's Shell Not, exactly, green: closer to bronze preserved in kind brine, something retrieved from a Greco-Roman wreck,...

Sonnet: England in 1819  An old, mad, blind, despised, and dying king,-- Princes, the dregs of their dull race, who Through public scorn...

Having a Coke with You is even more fun than going to San Sebastian, Irún, Hendaye, Biarritz, Bayonne or being sick to my stomach on the ...