top of page

Sonnet for July

Surprise they say can come in many ways And takes on different colors, shapes, and forms, But something I have learned in recent days: Surprise is most surprising when it swarms. For after several weeks of contemplations On why the contents of my cup seemed slim A refill banished any consternation And now the liquid’s pouring o’er the brim Such that I cannot hope to drink it all— In any kind of short order or grace; Instead I’ll try to start by sipping small And gradually imbibe in even pace. But even if I catch one precious taste, I’ll worry not for what has gone to waste.

1 view0 comments

Recent Posts

See All

Do you know the tune of “If I Were a Bell” from Guys and Dolls? The lyrics below are rewritten to fit them. This goes out to all of the people who ever made fun of me for my lack of tech-savvy, and to

“Anna Begins” is one of my favorite “Counting Crows” songs, and yet, I’ve always had a devil-of-a-time remembering all of the lyrics and their order. The thing about the song is it doesn’t have a very

bottom of page