Tag Archives: Urban Sonnets

Snow all across the groundcontaining so much heat;above the frigid crunching soundare made a million feet:The water is one form,the ice is yet another; Nature inverts the norm–the man becomes a mother:The pages flip and pop;bright eyes can truly … Continue reading →

Am I tardy for the party? I guess.Did I start my stride before I hit it?Why, yes. And time is such a bloody mess. It’s so easy to hide or to split it.But I’m still moving, the stride will soon hit.And then will my strength be enough to changetime?… Continue reading →

Where were the smiles that I saw so clearly,beaming across the lip’s threshold like lightson trees reflecting off the snow, dearlyand nearly in touch with the Source’s heights? It went low though, for the time being, whilebeing for the time, the m… Continue reading →

With one sudden cut, I knew the wound wasendless – not with pain but with time – so deep;all I can do is plunge like the spoon doesinto the eternal brown sugar heap:This is a karmic matter, I feel a stronger sense of duty after this lossthan I eve… Continue reading →

Magister, master, maestro, MisterGood Deeds (or Goodheart), sir, why did you die?”Well, son, I died for something sinister,meaning on the left-hand side of the sky.”Isn’t that a bad omen, Mister Miss? “Well, no, because the law isn’t what’s right…. Continue reading →

My face is a palindrome when smiling;it folds upon itself with a jagged grace,a symmetry of feeling, beguilingbut aimed at the truth, looking at its face:Two stems left in the crystal, green and strong, holding bulbs, purple and blue, closed off f… Continue reading →

White roses and green, the watery vase,a princess disguised as ordinary–these set the scenes for my notions of place,as I trace out the sketch of this story:With green hills, and green reptiles in hiding, except for their slitty black-yellow eyes… Continue reading →

Let me be direct. I’ll never lose hopein that which my heart and mind know as true–you could bind my hands together with rope,and I’d still send fragrant flowers to you:Each petal is a letter unsent; the fragrance is the aura of healingthat I bro… Continue reading →

I write with my fingers to keep out thedevil; my core pulsates to the tapped beatof fingers on keys with malingeringease, and I live inside through outer deaths:This is just how it is, like natural effects; like gas bubbles that disappear;as you s… Continue reading →