Sonnet — An Invocation to The Mother
April 20, 2021
Upon the body’s stable ground done pristineI fashioned a pedestal high on my breast,With will moulde
Poem
February 26, 2021
O hissing reed, O poison chalice, O coiled venom,Waiting like fates in the familiar bushOr sleeping
July 9, 2020
The first sure words of human genius,Poured from mind as a torrent impervious,The pattern followed o
