Tag Archives: Old School Sonnets

Cimarrón: See My Run (dedicated to the Saramaka) Never is the mind so tested as when the spirit throbs and the heart is quickenedby the dark pulse of dreams always undonedue to the deeds of the poisoned, sickened:Because that mind must take care n… Continue reading →

Alright. This isn’t truly “old school,” since it’s less than a year old, but I have no other place to place sonnets written out of the sequence that we have going here. I wrote this on the lovely island of St. Maarten, birthplace and current home … Continue reading →

This is a short revisit to the sonnets of the past, containing a single piece, written at the library stacks in April of 2007. 7:46 pm, S427contentment could consist of sixteen wordsand I’d swallow a dove for lack of shitI need something deep down… Continue reading →

From Spring Break 2004. Berkeley, CA. I had just finished my lovely visit to the campus of UC Berkeley, and as I waited at some local establishment for my friend, RJ, to pick me up, I sipped from a glass and sonneteered. Soundtrack provided by Gal… Continue reading →