I've self-identified as a Slytherin for most of my years in the Harry Potter fandom, dating from July in the year 2000, when I read the scene in Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire in which Severus Snape rolls up his sleeve to show Minister Fudge his Dark Mark as proof of Voldemort's return. That … Continue reading Overthinking and other favorite pastimes
My book, RISK A VERSE: A Year in Daily Sonnets is officially available for purchase on Amazon! I checked with my publisher, Burrito Books, about the best place(s) to purchase the book, and they encouraged me to shoo people to Amazon, though people/business interested in bulk purchases should contact them. Their plan is to get … Continue reading It’s here! It’s here!
AAAAH YOU GUYS I HAVE A RELEASE DATE FOR THE SONNET BOOK!!! *runs flailing squeefully about* "Risk A Verse: A Year in Daily Sonnets" will be released by Burrito Books on April 23, 2018! APRIL IS NATIONAL POETRY MONTH AND THE 23RD IS THE ANNIVERSARY OF SHAKESPEARE'S DEATH! HOW AMAZING AND PERFECT IS THAT?? And … Continue reading The sonnet book is out on April 23!
A common gull that flew toward the dawn Was suddenly with pinkish orange aflame, As lead by alchemy had undergone Its transformation, baseness overcame. I knew it was a trick of light, and yet Its unexpected beauty gave me pause, I fixed it in my mind, not to forget The transient perfection that it was- … Continue reading January 6 (2015!): This Gull is on Fire
This is the last time I will write my life Into a daily sonnet, those things great, Exciting, middling, sad, and sometimes strife, Through stubbornness one cannot understate. Tonight, I'll sing to thousands and the sky To fete a civic gem's centenary Then dinner, where we'll bid the year goodbye And sonnet cycle done successfully. … Continue reading December 31: Last, Not Least
Wan winter sun, the second to the last Of this, the year I chose to sonnet daily, Your rise announced all starts of poems past And now, upon the end you shine so palely Upon this concept that I'm now outlining, Which has already set my scansion spinning I know what words may yet survive … Continue reading December 30: Penultimate
I soar above the waves with little clearance, As if an unseen cloak fashioned of breeze From choppy waters wanting interference Protects me over other devotees. I rise in joyful arc into the sky, Then turn my shoulder to the sea below To dive upon what fodder I espy And fill my bill, and through … Continue reading December 29: Pelican
As one conversant with verse, rhyme, and scansion, And long-familiar forms of poetry, It's not surprising I should seek expansion From borders of familiarity. Though language's music is eternal, Specific phrases and their orchestrations Can bring about acknowledgment internal That such things, as Wilde wrote, produce vibrations. And so when watching other tales that came … Continue reading December 28: How I Won The War
It's one thing to lack motivation when There are a dozen things you'd rather do, Like listen to beloved comedians Pretend to fly a man to Timbuktu. It's quite another when you'd rather write The thoughts to form the basis of a story And not the piece that must be done tonight, As it occurs … Continue reading December 27: The Inspiration Game
Though Boxing Day has long-observed traditions, In my household, we've had to make our own: A day of rest for Christmas-worn musicians We celebrate by tuning out the phone, Then making copious puns with cherished friends And toasting the atrocious ones with glee. Or being glad when water line descends When snaking plumbing that's been … Continue reading December 26: On the Feast of Stephen