Category Archives: The Sonnets

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… “Today and tomorrow is all we have. Yesterday, no matter what some will say is gone,” I write, but as soon as I do the wall I’m leaning on says, “I will still be here when you’ve gone. Yesterdays … Continue reading →

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25 Jul ’10

It is so hot before you run you sweat. Fanning himself a man and his wife walk Holding hands. He sings and she doesn’t with Just as much force. It’s dawn. The lighter it Gets the more the runners … Continue reading →

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17 Jul ’10

… Grass, flowers and some tiny trees have grown through all the cracks and crevices of the bleachers on the Olympic Field. What does this mean? That no one sits here anymore to watch a game? If I had more … Continue reading →

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4 Jul ’10

… In the devastating cold early spring I watch the vultures glide from one side of The sky to the other. There’s a stalk of Dried up milkweed leaning over a log Uprooted with half a pod still on whose … Continue reading →

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24 Jun ’10

… My nephew has long fingers that can spread To B major where the B major is: You only learn guitar by playing it And Daniel’s been more dedicated Than I have but I keep playing the chords I know … Continue reading →

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24 Jun ’10

… There was a brilliant bright light spreading on the water contagious as fire but just as I went to write about it it wasn’t there anymore. For a whole month in China I lugged all my stuff over my … Continue reading →

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24 Jun ’10

… 151 My feet are resting in the alfalfa. Bumblebees cover and bend the blossoms even further down than the warm wind is blowing through them. Out on the water reflected transitory clouds turn light into shadows over me and … Continue reading →

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7 Jun ’10

… for Rosa Parks Out of the ordinary there will come From time to time the good and very brave Extraordinary, someone who can save Us from our own damned selves and make us one Humanity. Children take Rosa Parks … Continue reading →