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Verses that rhyme, scan, or are otherwise not prose.
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For Us the LivingFeb. 12, 2015 | Comments A poem in honor of Lincoln's birthday, but dedicated to all who have come after. |
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Ode to EnnuiOct. 30, 2014 | Comments An Italian or Petrarchan sonnet about the truly horrifying state of our souls. |
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A Visceral FlightOct. 23, 2014 | Comments The eagle and the raven spent many long years flying side by side (though it must be admitted, the eagle took the headwind first). |
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The Parasite's PrayerOct. 02, 2014 | Comments A poem born of life's frustrations. |
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SilenceSep. 11, 2014 | Comments A poem not only for those we honor today, but for all who have suffered and continue to everywhere. |
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Spring Bird SonnetAug. 28, 2014 | Comments My attempt at a sonnet, originally written for a theatre class in high school, with later edits. |
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GoldAug. 21, 2014 | Comments Another old poem I wrote in middle school. |
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Street ArtistJul. 31, 2014 | Comments A revised version of a poem I wrote back in high school. |
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Season of SummerMay. 15, 2014 | Comments It's another old school poem from my hard drive, circa 2000. As it's about the weather warming up and summer getting in full swing, I thought it appropriate for this week. |
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ArachnophobiaApr. 24, 2014 | Comments I wrote this poem in middle school based on an actual nightmare. Don't ever clean cobwebs up right before you go to sleep. |