Sonnet: Lost Tradition

White-clad cottages, stand like dominoes Each one integral, each one unique The land they stand on archaic, antique Their owners tend to the cattle who low,   In the communal fields shared down below The seeds of grass, stolen by a crow’s beak Returning to a nest over a creek, Does little to the fields.... Continue Reading →

Sonnet: Goodbye Mother

The difference between sickness and death, The same as breathing and that final breath. Remarkable in its finality, Comfort and grief, a strange duality.   From my world of hurt, pain unlike any other Repress the pain of losing a mother. It cannot be done I have come to learn To get by yourself you... Continue Reading →

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