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 …
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 …
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 …
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 …
Originally written November 10, 2016 The morningstar was shining clear and fair, A chief among the bright angelic hosts. His glory had no equal anywhere— But slowly, his pure heart was filled with boasts that he, the prince exalted, could …
I wrote this one on a lovely summer day, walking across Michigan State University’s campus. I think it sprang from observing a spider building its web on a bridge. Since Spring is here, at least in terms of the solar …
I tend to go in cycles for how actively I write; college was a cycle of a lot of active writing, mostly because I was bored in class half the time. I believe I wrote this one in the Fall …
One of last November’s Poem a Day prompts was “Whosoever…” The obvious response was “Whosoever calleth upon the name of the Lord shall be saved,” but I didn’t feel like going that route. I was in Ohio at the time, …
With a few exceptions, most of the sonnets I’ve written have stemmed from thinking about some random topic (usually something going on personally), and then a line in iambic pentameter popping in my head. From there, the rest of a …
On February 10, I did my taxes. So what, you may be saying. Everyone but politicians and the super-rich pays taxes. Nothing’s certain except death and taxes, etc. And you wouldn’t be wrong. But for me, this year, getting the …
Over the last twoish years my poetry has vastly matured (your mileage may vary as to whether they could be called “good”). Most of the poems I wrote through college, and even into my early 30s, was personal; if any …