Neptune’s Moon
In frigid sanctums, deep in NASA’s hold
Archive of posts filed under the Sonnets category.
Somebody alert the media — Barry is actually following the rules
As Goes Our Love
As goes our love, so thrusts our traceless lives
Too Much Of Us
“Too much of us” means much too much of me
Schonheit Und Das Vieh
Light fire in glass-green eyes, pull tight the reins
My Heartbeat Pauses, Ling’ring
My heartbeat pauses, ling’ring for its cue
Doubt
The perfect mate for my imperfect phase
Probity
When first your friends heard
Heart’s Garden
My beating heart renews in rhythms