When naps are insufficient to restore One's equipoise and sordid things enthrall, And each contentious point makes one's pride sore- The calendar illuminates it all. When copious caffeine gives one the shakes, From snide remarks it's harder to abstain, And twaddle seems to have the highest stakes- The calendar endeavors to explain: Daily routines obscure … Continue reading October 27: Poor Me Syndrome

“Ask: it shall be granted unto you,” Is something I was told when I was small. Internalized through song, I therefore knew That wanting was sufficient wherewithal. I quickly learned that it was perilous To yearn when perspicacity is lacking, As those who listened could be querulous And wear when one anticipated tacking. Philosophers would … Continue reading October 26: Simple Gifts

Today, I tried to see if I was able To write a sonnet in a new location, Specifically, our humble kitchen table Upon which we enjoy games and gustation. One might not think that space has an effect On whether one can do cerebral work, But here desire and habit intersect, And it's enough to … Continue reading October 24: Table Read

From barren soil a tender tendril sprouted- To coax it into blooming I did yearn. What sort it was; I never thought about it- The plant's survival was my chief concern. When one leaf-swaddled bud began to swell, My joy unfurled, and in those ardent throes, I hoped my wishes blossoms would compel, And -finally!- … Continue reading October 21: Still I Rose

It's odd to me that there's a time of year When we're at peace with skeletons on doors, Where ghouls elicit smiles rather than fear, And everybody suddenly adores The spiderwebs that they'd fain brush away In any other month, and recreate In pristine homes a semblance of decay, Suburban normalcy to desecrate. And while … Continue reading October 20: We’re All Mad Here