In Memoriam: The Last Poems by Glenn Hughes
The passing of Glenn "Chip" Hughes comes at a great loss to the Eric Voegelin Society and VOEGELINVIEW. Chip was a great friend of the journal and…
Palm Sunday
Riding on a donkey fit for a King, Unlike all others, passing through the crowd, Cheering you on, their cheap hosannas ring, Which shall sour into condemnation…
A Note to William Carlos Williams
“No ideas but in things” – but poems Don’t exactly deal in things. More images perhaps? That is, The thing transformed, or in a new light, As…
Transfiguration
We went up the mountain knowing Something might happen: well indeed it did. He started praying, his glory flowing, Light like a thousand suns: a truth unhid…
Two Faces of Delhi
Heavens use their chartreuse painting brushes; Chapels, pagodas fan out their doors; Sun's print on my tea, the mad crowd rushes; High-pitched bargains at greengrocers' stores; Buses'…
Recent Trends in Young Adult Fiction
I swear like a drunken sailor, I’ve written more books than I’ve read, I may not be Norman Mailer, I may not be too well-bred. But I…
Antiques & Collectibles
For C. G. 1 Remember how you wrote to me when Your father died, that it was difficult Navigating the vacancy: I have repeated This phrase to…
An Old Memory
I could not follow you, good teacher, why Demand what I could not safely afford? Amid my riches in mourning I lie, Thinking of when you might…
Where the Nereids Swim and Play
Where the Nereids swim and play On golden sand there I lay Under the sun, moon, and stars My heart does look from afar. Where the Nereids…
A Pharisee Notices a Tax-Collector
I bought up my God at a deluxe sale, He fits snugly in my pocket, clinking With my loose change, a most amusing tale, Here is no…