Collection

Sonnets

Fourteen-line poems written in the classic tradition, reimagined.

As long as it promotes justice and peace, whatever thou doth, serve or receive.

Thy love is divine to my eyes, thou precious damsel — thou garden grapes from Eden.

Let the mocked be celebrated, let the celebrated be mocked — let there be mystery.

Mine love, why hath thou become mine foe, am I not as good as he?