Woodwind warmth
When summer strings and drums turn silent, still a homeless woodwind section warble, grabs the diligence of man and deer, unchills our forest — tethered to November drab. We shut […]
Category Archives: sonnetina
Nothing can be perfect
We have a bearskin in our living room it meets me every day with open mouth. I don’t know where or why it met its doom my father bought it […]
Life is not a game of chess
You say it’s easy, in the way a game of chess can be a choice of mate or draw, you pray for victory and to my shame. I wish for […]
It’s always darkest…
In dusk when rust of hills is crowned with gold the veins of rivers fill with blood and rooks have gathered waiting for the wind to rest. That’s when you […]
Tethered to your tinsel eyes
Come night and dazzle me with tinsel eyes let silver soak the water; lend the songs of moon and stars; amaze me tender, strong. Massage me soft; let’s dance as […]
