Sonnet — An Invocation to the Master
May 8, 2022
Oh why dost Thou come to garbed thusWith chagrin and contempt and derision,Must it always be so sull
A Poem
January 28, 2018
Dank dark day, a clime of woeA morsel morbid our ration.Limbs of clay, in dead waters to row,Brimmed
