In springtime, some people grow misty-eyed with allergies to pollen. The poet Lynne McMahon greets the season gladly, but with the recognition of the hay fever sufferer's fate at this coming time of ...

I’m writing this column in the earliest days of another spring, and here’s a fine spring poem from Rose King’s book “Time and Peonies,” from Hummingbird Press. The poet lives in California. a man in a ...

Dear Readers: Wishing you and your families a very happy Easter and Passover week. Spring is a time to get outdoors and play. It is a time for new beginnings and fresh starts. It is a time when the ...

Sometimes a poem just strikes a precise moment. “Small Kindnesses,” by Danusha Laméris, feels utterly necessary for our time — a poem celebrating minor, automatic graciousness within a community, ...

Begun in 1996 to encourage the appreciation of poetry, National Poetry Month features a roster of poetry events and readings held all over the country at schools, libraries and bookstores. Its founder ...

It was a hundred years ago — and so, in time, even the most modern of modern writers become the distant past — that William Carlos Williams (1883–1963) opened a 1923 collection of poetry and prose ...

“Spring night four a.m.” from Allen Ginsberg’s “Wait Till I’m Dead: Uncollected Poems,” reviewed for the Los Angeles Times by Craig Teicher.

bowing pines. Determined snow flakes fell, flocking Mother Nature in a fluffy, white gown. Another wink of winter’s snow. She glistens, spreading her soft blanket with a gentle whisper. “Not yet, ...