An Homage to the Arts by Russell Rosander

Your brain under the influence of art.

I bow to the improbability of Music.
I bow to the impossibility of Art.
I bow to the incongruity of Poetry.

The Bedtime Blues of Linda Haffey

A poem from Take Two: Another Anthology of English Writing from the Costalegre.

The quilt is as tattered
as our lives
that I have tried to piece together
you must believe that I have tried
to give you what I never knew
a home that shelters love

The Flowering Past of Malcolm Lowry

Under thunderous trams.

There is no poetry when you live there.
Those stones are yours, those noises are your mind,
The forging thunderous trams and streets that bind
You to the dreamed-of bar where sits despair
Are trams and streets: poetry is otherwhere.

Charles Bane Jr.'s The Chapbook — Alexander’s Seizure

Our penultimate look inside "The Chapbook."

It is an aloneness,
this malady.
It hurled me
from Bucephalus yesterday.
I fell
—as I lay and
shook upon the fields—
into the sea.

Alone with Georges Rodenbach on his Birthday

The final resting place of Belgian poet Georges Rodenbach.

To live as in exile, to live seeing no-one
in the vast desert of a town that is dying,
where one hears nothing but the vague murmur
of an organ sobbing, or the belfry tolling.

Jeanne McGee Takes Us Through a Summer Storm

"Ominous the clouds overhead trying to compete..."

The thunder in your voice precocious in the dawn
Mighty tower of white crashing down a frothy song
As sand shook beneath my shore planted feet
The rushing wave covered the beach like a sheet

Neruda Smile

Remembering Love and Pablo Neruda on his Birthday...

Born on a rainbow
When your laugh was first heard
We shared our first heartbeat
And loved cautiously from there

James Weldon Johnson's Lift Ev'ry Voice And Sing

The poem that became the Black National Anthem.

Lift ev'ry voice and sing
'Til earth and heaven ring
Ring with the harmonies of Liberty
Let our rejoicing rise
High as the list'ning skies
Let it resound loud as the rolling sea
Sing a song full of the faith that the dark past has taught us
Sing a song full of the hope that the present has brought us
Facing the rising sun of our new day begun
Let us march on 'til victory is won