I learned this ballad in my youth.    Perhaps the tale will bring you joy.    Our elders tell our people of The Fall of Troy.    Great Hektor was a Trojan prince.    'Twixt Greece...

xxi      Then Orfeo descended on the bed Of leaves and moss. His fury made him rave. From tearing grass and hair his hands grew red. "Alas, my Queen, my wife, I couldn't save!" The Steward...

He went back in and wept upon her sleeve. She woke and smiled. "Back to that grafted tree Tomorrow noon I must return. I'll leave     You then. I hope I won't be long. But do not grieve ...

xi    And when sweet juices ran from lip to chin And waists felt fuller than a bursting sack They piled up leaves and heather to begin A morning nap. Etain lay on her back Each finger yet...

this clip is an excerpt from a performance of my performance ensemble the nuranus vortex, featuring the poetic portals of southern california literary orical will alexander...recorded in los...

live multimedia performance featuring st. louis poet k. curtis lyle along with members of the o.akland a.rts u.nderground performance collective which embodies the band bonding this nuranus vortex....

 A continuation of our "Poetry of the People" (POP) Series featuring the poetry readings of Dr. Frank L. Meyskens, Jr.  In this clip, Dr. Meyskens reads 3 more poems:...

This is an English translation of a poem written in the Cấu Cảm form to pay tribute to people who have kept the poetic Viet words alive in places that are far away from their country of...