Skagit Salmon Hatching

A Sonnet for Easter Because the Resurrection deserves more than prose. [Read more…]

It’s vital to relive important moments in American Literary History

I wrote this on January 6, 2014. You’re welcome: Joozes and Druzes they both like their boozes. But Joozes choose boozes that make Druzes snoozy and Druzes choose boozes the Joozes refuses. When Jooz schmooze with Druzes on joint Jew/Druze cruises The boozes the Jooz and the Druzes give floozies are doozies. So Hoosiers reuse [Read More…]

September 1, 1939

I sit in one of the dives On Fifty-second Street Uncertain and afraid As the clever hopes expire Of a low dishonest decade: Waves of anger and fear Circulate over the bright And darkened lands of the earth, Obsessing our private lives; The unmentionable odour of death Offends the September night. Accurate scholarship can Unearth [Read More…]

A lovely poem of gratitude

Prayer Michael Creagan When we are invited to a banquet, we take what is set before us; and were one to call upon his host to set fish upon the table or sweet things, he would be deemed absurd.  Yet we ask the Gods for what they do not give, though they have given us [Read More…]

Peripheral Visions and Other Poetic Perceptions

…is a new volume of poetry by reader Bruce Newman.  Check out this lovely work! [Read more…]

St. Jerome, Scholar and Crabapple

A favorite poem about a favorite saint on his feast day: The Thunderer by Phyllis McGinley God’s angry man, His crotchety scholar, Was Saint Jerome, The great name-caller, Who cared not a dime For the laws of libel And in his spare time Translated the Bible. Quick to disparage All joys but learning, Jerome thought [Read More…]

New blog!

It’s called The Contradiction Reel. Many of the poems are on Catholic themes — a few have appeared in Dappled Things, First Things and Pilgrim . Check thou it out! [Read more…]

And speaking of Chesterton and Slaying Dragons…

Here’s a fine verse dedicated to all my friends across the Pond: The Englishman by G.K. Chesterton St George he was for England, And before he killed the dragon He drank a pint of English ale Out of an English flagon. For though he fast right readily In hair-shirt or in mail, It isn’t safe [Read More…]

“English is a Rich Language”

…is the English-speaker’s way of warning foreigners that English makes no sense. Here’s an awesome poem celebrating that fact: English Pronunciation by G. Nolst Trenité Dearest creature in creation, Study English pronunciation. I will teach you in my verse Sounds like corpse, corps, horse, and worse. I will keep you, Suzy, busy, Make your head [Read More…]

Can’t have too much poetry

A reader writes: I haven’t seen much poetry on your blog, so I was kind of wondering to what extent you go in for that sort of thing. My most recent post on my new blog (admittingthat.blogspot.com) is a verse translation I did of the Easter Sequence Victimae paschali laudes, and I was hoping you [Read More…]