SONNET 100
In night when colors all to black are cast, Distinction lost, or gone down with the light; The eye a watch to inward senses placed, Not seeing, yet still having powers of sight,
Gives vain alarums to the inward sense, Where fear stirred up with witty tyranny, Confounds all powers, and thorough [...]
I’ve always enjoyed Sunday mornings … from going to Sunday School and then services at First Baptist Church of Chattanooga, Tennessee with my great-grandmother when my age was still in the single-digits, to my current more adult-oriented fare (no, not porn) of double cappuccino, CBS Sunday Morning, Face the Nation, and the New York [...]
The Wine-Drinkers
The wine-drinkers sit on the porte cochère in the sun. Their lack of success in love has made them torpid. They move their fans with a motion that stirs no feather, the glare of the sun has darkened their complexions.
Let us commend them on their conversations. One says “oh” and the [...]
