St. Nicholas’s Night
The original Santa Claus Was a man who lived in Turkey A very long time ago, ‘tis true A jolly, dear old Bishop Who took his duties seriously And a smile when times were blue…
Category: Original Poetry
Prepare for the King
By Amanda Pizzolatto It began with a prophecy uttered long ago Bringing hope to a people that fell from grace That the Son of God would come to Earth And not only show us…
Reynard the Fox: A Poetic Prose Cycle
Italicized parts from James Simpson’s modernization of Caxton’s Medieval English translation of Reynard the Fox. Inspired by the modernist style of T.S. Eliot and Ezra Pound, this is a free verse meditation on the childhood,…
Two Andaluses
Those departers as clouds and crescents Have left the windows of the homes orphaned. They have left, and the void has never found solace, The mountains have stopped giving birth to hyacinths. They…
A Robin Hood Poem
When the Normans came to our quiet shire,our lands became their own.On crusade – King Richard we admire,but Prince John is on the throne.Prince John asks of yet more tax each day,and each day a…
Cake is Better: In Memory of Marie Antoinette
By Hannah Skipper October 16, 2023, marks 230 days since Marie Antoinette's death. The howling masses shall not go hungry. Let them eat cake. Cake is better. They call for bread; whining in the streets…
The “Admirable” Monster
By Furqan Jabbar Bram Stoker sat at his desk one day, His pen poised to write and play, He let his imagination roam, To a world far from home. To Transylvania he went,…
Francis: Medieval Man of Timeless Transcendence
“Above all, the grace and gifts God gives to His beloved is overcoming one’s self.” – St. Francis of Assisi He was known as God’s Troubadour, Spiritually illumined by the magnificence of the Almighty. He…
Mary Thery (Marča Terča)
There was a king, once upon a time, Charles IV was his royal name. He had three daughters and but one son who died in childhood, so there was none male heir left, just three…
A Poem for the Queen’s Funeral Day
As we pass the one-year anniversary of the funeral of Queen II of England, Avellina Balestri reflects on the monarch's passing. Memories of Britain return to me Day and night, they are woven into me…