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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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Sonnet Sunday 20: Amazon and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Shipping Delay

As I write this (on Friday), I am sitting in my arm chair waiting for a package to arrive. This package contains baby gifts for a friend’s baby shower, which I am throwing tonight, three hours away. I ordered it

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Sonnet Sunday 19: A Ghost Story of the Reformation

Today’s sonnet marks a first: I wrote it specifically for Sonnet Sunday. I couldn’t find any old sonnets that mark either Halloween or the Protestant Reformation, so I did what any normal, sane person would do and wrote a sonnet

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Sonnet Sunday 18: In Dreams

I’ve always been a vivid dreamer; in fact, one of my earliest memories is of a recurring dream of being locked outside the house I lived in until I was 5, sitting next to our malamute and staring up at

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Sonnet Sunday 17: My Fourth Sonnet

Today’s sonnet is interesting for exactly one reason: it is apparently the fourth sonnet I ever wrote. I can tell this for two reasons. First, it’s dated to my senior year of high school, which is around the time I

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Sonnet Sunday 16: The Rabbit

In the 1930s and 1940s, the famous group known as the Inklings, founded by C.S. Lewis and J.R.R. Tolkien, met in the Rabbit Room, the private back lounge of the pub the Eagle and Child in Oxford. For somewhere around

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Sonnet Sunday 15: The Gray Hair

Image Credit Back in college, grey hairs were a sort of badge of honor. Theoretically you earned them by working soooo hard at classes, or taking classes and working a job, or whatever. These were all phrased as complaints, but

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Sonnet Sunday 14: Sometimes the Rage Comes

Image Credit: Dave Scriven I’m a pretty even-keel person. I rant, but it’s usually about silly things, and usually followed immediately by a laugh. But every once in a while, something happens to truly incite my fury. I don’t remember

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Sonnet Sunday 13: The Lonely Heart

Image Credit: Istvan Berta I’ve never been someone who guys have naturally found attractive, nor am I particularly forward about my feelings. The net result has been a fair number of one-sided crushes on my part. Today’s sonnet is a

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