A Red, Red Rose by Robert Burns O my luve's like a red, red rose, That's newly sprung in June; O my luve's like the melodie That's...

Walt Whitman has, among poetry in general, always been a comfort to me, and his poems have comforted many. More importantly, his poetry...

from Song of Myself by Walt Whitman 52 The spotted hawk swoops by and accuses me, he complains of my gab and my loitering. I too am not a...

One Reason I Like Opera by Marge Piercy from her book Colors Passing Through Us: Poems, 2004 (and here) In movies, you can tell the...

For today's prompt, choose one of the words from the list below and write about how it feels to be that or--even better--to have been...

Everything We Don’t Want Them to Know by Maria Mazziotti Gillan published in her 2010 book, What We Pass On At eleven, my granddaughter...

What She Was Wearing by Denver Butson published in his 2004 book, illegible address (Luquer Street Press) this is my suicide dress she...

My First Weeks by Sharon Olds Sometimes, when I wonder what I’m like, underneath, I think of my first two weeks, I was drenched with...

I read so many wonderful poems when I went looking (in my collection of poems and poetry books and on online in journals), and am sorry I...

A Readymade by Lucia Perillo Out of nowhere the phone rings, and the voice of a fat man answers: Hell-low bay-bee . . . each syllable its...

I admit it! I begin each day with Wordle, Quordle, and Hurdle, as well as the apps Red Herring and Word Search. And there are many other...

The stars around the beautiful moon by Sappho The stars around the beautiful moon Hiding their glittering forms Whenever she shines full...

Seedlings by Margaret Rozga pubished in Whale Road Review, Issue 26, 2022 First, water the seedlings. Yes, even before coffee, before...