Lothlorien Poetry Journal

  Callahan’s Irish Social Club   I’m off to play with my dog. We’re going to the cemetery. We go every day. She’d chase the sun if I’d ...

  Essay-on- Love - Creative Non-Fiction   As I walk down the road I’m thinking about those Greeks, and their eight types of love. I re...

The Morrigan Goddess of War and Fate By Greg Patrick “Then the creatures of the high air answered to the battle, foretelling the destructi...

  Knight of the Rose  By Greg Patrick   “Time held me green and dying Though I sang in my chains like the sea”-Dylan Thomas               A ...

  Last Light of Midsummer's Eve   “If we shadows have offended, Think but this, and all is mended, That you have but slumbered...