I purchased a copy of the January issue of Poetry magazine at Barnes & Noble in Union Station in Washington, D.C., recently. The veteran print magazine, founded in Chicago in 1912 by Harriet Monroe and published monthly by the Poetry Foundation, is celebrating its centennial. Check out the magazine website here.

The image of Pegasus on the cover of the January issue, a long elegant flowing...

On my personal blog, today, I've written about "Will They Learn to Love Mitt.... Or the Tale of the Activist Judges."

Of course, it's about Mitt Romney's narrow win in the Republican caucuses in Iowa on Tuesday, in which he defeated conservative former Pennsylvania U.S. Senator Rick Santorum by a mere eight votes. Also about the Supreme Court's Citizens United decision of 2010 which enabled Romney's private PACs to viciously attack former House speaker Newt Gingrich of...

Snow on the trackside between Baltimore and D.C. -- cellphone photograph by Chris George.

Many of the poems that I write are written on the Marc Train between my home in Baltimore and Washington, D.C., our nation's capital. I have worked for a medical education organization in Washington since the summer of 2000. I have to admit that the hour-long ride isn't always a pleasant one, what with...

My father and mother, Gordon and Yoria George, on their wedding day, at St. Anne's Church, Aigburth, Liverpool, February 22, 1945. Dad is wearing the uniform of a corporal in the Royal Air Force Medical Corps.

Garrett Middaugh's fine poem, "Remembering My Father on My 52nd Birthday," put me in mind of my own father, Gordon B. George, who died at age 64 on April 15, 1979 of non-Hodgkin's...

Photographs by Kev Keegan (see more photographs here)

It was a cool and damp Saturday at noon last week as my wife Donna plus a few cousins and friends gathered on the Mersey Ferry to bid farewell to my mother, Yoria George. The rain held off and visibility cleared as the ferry stopped in mid-river for the...