Category Archives: Urban Sonnets

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The salty olive lingers on my tongue – should I refrain from taking another?My mind wanders to places so far flungfrom the routines that blanche the days and smother The crunch of snow, the scarf that was just hungon the … Continue reading

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What is it? What do you all want from me right now?Should I unfurl myself into a crimson bloomin the springtime in this age of climactic doom,my ripened rosebud clashing with time’s pallid brow? Or maybe I should spend money … Continue reading

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Skinnamarink is our favorite jamon the power walk to daycare each dayover bottles, caca and blood – all gray,the road hard to read like let’s hope I am. But we run roughshod over slate sidewalkstrod on by ten thousands of … Continue reading

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I like sonnets because they’re musical A student gave me a bogus hall pass I function as a muse and/or a fool There is no rhyme or reason in a class Social or Spanish, space shrinks in this school Students … Continue reading

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I really almost die inside my sleep where the whiteness of squall and sea prevail as a gust of gulls swooped down and wassail in the salty air through which my thoughts leap. I crash in waves escorted by seaweed, … Continue reading

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Q: What does a king do on a snow day? A: Reign, beloved! What’s today’s mathematics? Understanding. Days with no dramatics but plenty of flair as our fears allay. I place more importance in the new day than in a … Continue reading

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Why spend all your time laboring over labor? Slaving away in your dark mind you forget you were once like the plover, spanning continents in patterns undefined. What happened to that flight? You took cover in a warm, sticky place, … Continue reading

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The stack of paper eternally grips my entire neck as I revise papers and I decline as my spirit tapers while beeswax falls as each candle drips on the bottle it is in. Purple strips of wax stretch themselves like … Continue reading

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An open mind is what the body seeks. Embodied wisdom is the truest form of life in nature’s panoramic swarm full of living things. My skin sweats and leaks as I jog around the track. My mind streaks back to … Continue reading

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A bright water ring on a black ash sky, stained gray by the twilight and streaked by cloud, guides me as I move away from the crowd which might make me suffer or make me die. The air is moist, … Continue reading

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