While thinking about what to write for this week’s edition for Mother’s Day, I remembered how much my mom liked listening to NPR, and especially Garrison Keillor’s, Prairie Home Companion. Since many of you probably enjoy him as well, this gave me the idea to search for a Mother’s Day poem by Garrison to share with all of you. While it’s not a poem, I found an article he wrote titled, Let’s Talk About You and Your Mother, published on April 25, 2006. I also selected three poe

With all of the polarization and divisive news and media content that seems to be driving people further away from each other spiritually and emotionally, there are still millions of people who want to take actions that positively affect mankind as a whole. On my quest to be a participating member of those millions, I glean information and inspiration from many sources. One of these sources is Teal Swan, a well-regarded teacher in the spiritual field. In 2014 she posted a vi

The Next Line: April is Poetry Month April 2026 marks the 30 th anniversary of National Poetry Month, which brings to mind how poetry and writing in general has evolved over the centuries. The style of, ‘Methinks the lady doth protest too much’ became, ‘Girl, you’re trippin’ - you better check yourself’ while today, an entity within creative evolution is changing the entire literary process. The mass integration of online Artificial Intelligence (AI) engines has changed th

The Next Line: Season of Lent What do a modern-day priest, a WWI Army chaplain, and a 1980’s rock star have in common? It seems like the start of a joke, so I’ll give you a minute to ponder………ok, time’s up. When researching poems related to the Lenten season, I stumbled upon a poem by Geoffrey Anketell (GA) Studdert Kennedy. The poem is titled Indifference , or sometimes called, When Jesus Came to Birmingham , which instantly reminded me of the song, When Jesus

I’ll admit, I am not a fan of classic poetry. Sonnet 18 , Shakespeare’s famous poem, starts with, “Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? Thou art more lovely and temperate.” Ok, not bad. Then a few lines later, “Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st; Nor shall death brag thou wander’st in his shade”, and I’m out. I can’t take it. It feels pretentious and I have no idea what it means. I (try to) read modern poetry that gets published in the current magazines and litera

How Shrill the Cries Andrew Bauman The super moon has waned, and the wind howls through the leaves It’s time for souls to re-emerge murderers, thugs, and thieves. Go swiftly on your way live souls, go quickly to your homes Open the door not for the cries or knocks and not for moans. Hold your loved ones close, so close a cold mist turns away to drift and float to those who dare to heed no warning, or not to pray. The thump of hellhounds paws resoun

In all areas of life, accomplished people are compared to their peers to determine who is the Greatest Of All Time – the GOAT. Poetry is...