Sonnet Sunday 30: The Virus

Somehow, despite even having a seven year old with a bad cough living with me, I have managed to stay healthy in what I understand to be one of the rougher cold and flu seasons of recent years. Last year

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Sonnet Sunday 29: The Guardian

Image Credit: Paul Williams There’s something about stars in cold weather. Maybe it’s simply that Michigan is frequently covered by clouds in winter in particular, and that the days are so short, but when the stars are visible they seem

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Sonnet Sunday 28: Come See the Glory

We’ve been in the midst of a bitterly cold stretch of weather recently, and a particularly snowy one as well. This, strange to say, is perhaps my favorite time to go out to see Lake Michigan, to watch the waves

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Sonnet Sunday 27: The Promise Kept

If you want a feel-good Christmas sonnet, look elsewhere. Here or here, if you want something feel-good from me. The genesis of this sonnet is Hutchmoot. Randall Goodgame was playing his rendition of “For Unto Us a Child is Born.”

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Sonnet Sunday 26: The Package Deal

Wow, Sonnet Sunday 26! Hard to believe I’ve been posting these for half a year. I found today’s sonnet in an old prayer journal. Or more specifically, I found it by clicking around randomly in the set of poems I

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Sonnet Sunday 25: The Masquerade

Image Credit: gajman I attempted this year’s November Poem a Day Challenge, and made it about as far as November 17, I think. Several of my attempts were absolutely horrible and not worth sharing. Others, like this one, were kind

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Sonnet Sunday 24: If I Were Catholic

I’ve always liked the idea of being a hermit. Even as a kid I imagined living in complete isolation in a cabin in the middle of a woods in the middle of nowhere (darn the Unabomber for ruining that idea).

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Sonnet Sunday 23: The Dove

Image credit: Buzz It’s after Thanksgiving… and that means I get to publish Christmas sonnets! I actually don’t have that many, to be fair. It’s only been within the last few years that I started writing poetry that wasn’t strictly

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Sonnet Sunday 22: The Deer

  Photo credit: James Thompson One of the unfortunate reputations I have is chronic car troubles. Towards the end of its life, my Alero had frequent breakdowns to the point that it was used by several people as an illustration

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Sonnet Sunday 21: Browning, Longfellow

For years, I harbored a secret ambition of being an archaeologist—not because of Indiana Jones, oddly enough, but because of other movies and books that featured archaeologists doing the grunt work, the laborious, painstaking tasks of digging and dusting and

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