Category Archives: Sonnets

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It’s that good old solstice polka, everybody! Let’s all dance! (#1038) Continue reading

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ka-chunk, ka-chunk . . .

Yes, it’s a Petrarchan sonnet and a bit dense in both senses of the word. (#920) Continue reading

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chipped paint

The cracking paint gives way in patterned flakes revealing dark bones of this weathered porch. The last coat I laid on I hoped would last, but again undress it with a blade and torch. The naked wood has beauty but … Continue reading

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