Sonnet Sunday 51: Modern Magic
I want you all to know how much I love you. I love you so much that, just when I had turned out my lights to go to bed, I realized I hadn’t prepared a sonnet for you all this …
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Sonnet Sunday 50: Nucleomitophobia
Today’s sonnet is kind of ridiculous for one big reason: it’s about a video game. Specifically Fallout 4, which is why I’m publishing it now: since Fallout 76 was announced last week, now is as good a time as any …
Sonnet Sunday 49: Loss
I’m not the most empathetic of souls; in fact, I’m more the type of person who will say exactly the wrong thing at funerals. I wrote this sonnet as a reflection on my own lack of reaction when the grandmother …
Sonnet Sunday 48: The Burdens of a Single Man Are Few
Yes, yes, another love sonnet. Deal with it. That tends to be one of my major themes, after all. The reality is, I enjoy being single. I can eat what I want, sleep when I want, spend my money how …
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Sonnet Sunday 47: A Hope Deferred
Oh, were you expecting some warm, fuzzy poem for Mother’s Day? Foolish mortals. Almost exactly 15 years ago I broke up with my first (and thus far last and only) boyfriend. We had been dating for all of a month. …
Sonnet Sunday 46: A Summary of a Bad Week at Work
Oh look, another fairly recent sonnet! I must be spoiling you with tolerably decent ones after second-guessing everything about my writing at Festival of Faith and Writing a few weeks ago. I wrote this one last November. I don’t actually …
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Sonnet Sunday 45: The Groaning of the Trees
It’s finally Spring*! Let’s celebrate with a sonnet about nature! In a sermon on praying in the Spirit, my pastor, Rick Bourque, made a statement that “we have the same groanings as the trees.” This sonnet grew from there. Actually, …
Sonnet Sunday 44: Infertility
At the Festival of Faith and Writing last weekend, I was absolutely humbled and blown away by the excellent poetry I heard. Not that I heard all that much, but even just the snatches I heard make me want to …
Sonnet Sunday 43: Writer’s Block
This is one of those terrible sonnets that encapsulates a great deal about my personality. I wrote it in undergrad around 11:30 the night before a paper was due. This, I am sad to say, was and is still not …
Sonnet Sunday 42: The Bitter Seed
I’m honestly surprised I haven’t posted more sonnets about bitterness; it’s one of my major themes, because it’s been one of my major struggles. I don’t remember what prompted this particular sonnet. I will say that when I think I’ve …