The lovely folks over at The Society of Classical Poets picked up a couple bits of verse I wrote for them. Here’s a sample, to induce you to go discover their site:

No one can insure candlelight; its flame
Precisely burns in flickering waves of gas,
Ingesting oxygen while fibers pass
Through burning into soot, and feel no shame.
A stroke of pen or brush behaves the same
When we regard them steadily:

(source: ‘Vessel’ and Other Poetry by Peter G. Epps, Ph.D. | Society of Classical Poets)

And here’s a really nice bit of ekphrastic verse from the talented Reid McGrath:

LIKE the storm, Cain’s gone, that murderous rover.
The land is cleared, trees are felled, the clover
and grass (that terrestrial plankton) grow
naturally, unlike the crops we sow.
The rain, the sun, the fertile loam nurtures
this Neolithic town’s verdant pastures.

(source: ‘The Course of Empire’ Observations by Reid McGrath | Society of Classical Poets)