Today’s sonnet is from last November’s poetry prompts; I think the exact prompt was [blank] of the [blank], and of course my mind immediately jumped to Monty Python. At the time my RPG group was playing a campaign that investigated …

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Consider this a sequel to this poem. I realized it was clear on Friday night and stepped outside for a few moments, and spent most of them mentally cursing out the incredibly bright lights my complex put up for security. …

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I don’t remember the circumstances that led to me writing today’s sonnet, which may be a blessing. I do know why I’m sharing it today, though. This week I read Charles Williams’ The Greater Trumps. Williams writes very metaphysical works about …

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Happy Easter, everybody! (This is more of a Good Friday poem, but, eh.) O Peter, Peter Originally written March 31, 2019 O Peter, Peter, why do you now weep? You know your master’s going to be condemned. And you, who …

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When Michigan first started actively responding to COVID-19, I started rereading the Little House books. They’ve always been comfort food, probably because their lives were always so much worse than mine. At least, I’m pretty sure that’s exactly why I immediately …

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Today’s poem was for the November 2017 poem a day prompt of “Self-Destruct.” It feels timely today for two reasons. First, I spent a LOT of time sleeping this week; a bad cold (not coronavirus, I swear!) knocked me out …

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