The Encyclopedia Sonnetica

Release

                      Release I open up an envelope and time Unfolds.  We think the past is closed to us But then a simple gesture sounds a chime Which swings the lost gates wide.  That Pegasus Called memory goes winging up.  Pale wings Embrace the air impossibly. ...

X-change of Gifts

X-change of Gifts And what about the cards and poems, quotes, The flowers he sent to me?  They don’t exist. I packaged all of them, his little notes, His trinkets that I’d kept like treasured cysts In my aorta, tiny souvenirs He’d handmade, made from...