October Bending above the spicy woods which blaze, Arch skies so blue they flash, and hold the sun Immeasurably far; the waters run Too slow, so freighted are the river-ways […]
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Passage A dark sail, Like a wild-goose wing, Where the sunset was. The moon soon will silver its sinewy flight Thro the night watches, And the far flight Of those
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Eventually I’ll write a refined sonnet. In the meantime, bear with me as I learn from my many mistakes. Here’s a sophomoric meditation on anxiety. Great artwork once again from
I’m sorry. I wrote another sonnet. My Secret Life When I’m healthy, I don’t feel so old. This happens when I work out often. I’d like to note I work
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The Gift to Sing Sometimes the mist overhangs my path, And blackening clouds about me cling; But, oh, I have a magic way To turn the gloom to cheerful
I had a slew of medical appointments in Manhattan today. This sonnet emerged while I was riding the train into the city. En Route to Some Doctor Appointments I have
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For over a year I attended a monthly open-mic literary night at the home of Scarlett Antonia. She held the event on the first Friday of the month in her
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Mowing There was never a sound beside the wood but one, And that was my long scythe whispering to the ground. What was it it whispered? I knew not well
Walking Uptown Minus Your Next Dose of Sinemet Your legs give out…and then Manhattan grows. The blocks get longer…stretch ahead unbroken… You limp and know that all the city knows
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Appointment w/ My Neurologist “Have you fallen yet?” she always asks, In her gorgeous scarf and white lab coat. “Been feeling dizzy? Spit caught in your throat? Frustrated that you can’t do
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