Sonnet 1

They are my light, these words, inside my skull:
my mind’s illumination, giving thought its sight.
Without them, I’d be blind, and lost within:
ever dark and silent, trapped in sleepless night. Continue reading “Sonnet 1”


The View

Even as the trout watched,
the frog leapt from Vega to Sirius
to prove it could be done.
The trout only mouthed, speechless.