It’s a sonnetarium, right? So, once a week, I used to write a brand new sonnet, often based on suggestions from readers, and post it on the site. But I’ve been busier with music than I’ve been in years, I’m actually working at work, and, though I still make sonnets, I’m very interested in expanding my formal repertoire and at loosening my meters. So—
I’ve officialy shut down the Weekly Sonnets—like it was so reliably there, huh?—and I’m going to use this page to give occasional samples of the kinds of things I’m working on and maybe even some actual Occasional Poetry.
This ovillejo, for instance — my Valentine poem for Krys:
A Valentine Exchange
I wouldn’t call it greed.
I need
To feel your fingertips,
your lips —
And oh how lavishly
On me
You spend that treasury —
You spend your everything
And leave me shuddering.
I need your lips on me!
Send me suggestions for the next occasion, or send your own occasional verse! I might not print it; I don’t pay; I make no promises about how long it will stay here if I do print it; you keep all the rights, but remember that some periodicals will consider it previous publication. With your permission, I’ll give you credit for any idea; I’ll certainly credit any poem of yours to you.
Oh, and if you came here looking for a now-vanished poem, drop me a line with what you remember about it (title, first line, theme, subject …) and I’ll try to dig it up and send you a copy.