in my twenties, aware of women how much older no way to say discrimination lacking all older is old early aging equalizes skin defeated,...

TELL ALL THE TRUTH BUT TELL IT SLANT -- #1263 Tell all the truth but tell it slant — Success in Circuit lies Too bright for our infirm...

Here without analysis, counting of feet, nor rhythm and rhyme, are five of Emily’s poems for you to sit with and ponder, if you wish....

In its fullness like time itself the hour glass holds lazy sand moving in languorous sashay a young unhurried thing intent on the moment...

And, sometimes with a whoosh! at others with an oosh, glub sog the year went to its dying. What had graced its days, what burdens the...

A man left this life as he lived it: dignified and circumspect private and kind yes, wearier but no less wealthy of spirit of expansive...

There is an advantage for video widows and widowers with spouses fast glued to matches and games and olympiads shown live and replayed on...

Alone and naked in the sun where a full length mirror tells the truth of time, I wonder if--alone and naked in the sun of our...

Meeting change and sorrow with grace, appreciation, courage, and sometimes a change in attitude. TAKING STOCK Years are measured by the...

July 1, 2022 COMPARISON From The April Book by Jennifer C. Weil An unedited diary of at least one poem per day, from April 5,1984 trough...

CRAFTING THE POEM Take a look at my Push Broom “exercise” poem from the previous post: Push Broom If patient like the ancient push broom...

So, you don’t know your anapest from your Budapest, your meter from your liter, you’re your Caesura from a salad. If it’s terminology you...

On the loss of a son by j.c. weil

An Homage to Stephen Vincent Benet's Poem "Nightmare Number Three"