Poem: ‘Faerie Fire’ by Rye Jaffe
Faerie Fire From forests, fields and fens, fair folk are found, where witchery winds with…
Faerie Fire From forests, fields and fens, fair folk are found, where witchery winds with…
St. Patrick’s Day 2024 My dream takes me to the White House where Kelly green…
Year of The Restless at the kitchen table, year of our Lord twenty twenty-four, year…
Take me to Éire Please take me to Erin For I am twenty-seven; Reassurance I…
Fragments of a Litany Gaza, 2023-24 Grieve with the butchered gods of love for Layan…
Psalm The light and the wind on the water these wild winter days are breath…
A Poem for Refaat Alareer In the poem your butchers fear to breathe, the murdered…
No Record of Wrongs Love does keep a record of some things— your solitary walks…
How I Remember Her I glared that first night as she vaunted perks And spoke…
A Partial Epitaph My friend, with many an article and book saved in the Cloud,…
Hope in Despair I have always loved museums, no doubt having a kind of prophetic…
Poets may be divided into three types: those of us who must be and are,…
Advent We have endured long in the dark. It is a burden (A magic? A…
Questioning a Tank Into the shocked, shucked shell of the hospital at Kunduz, which for…