February 16, 2009 - I mentioned the sonnets yesterday - done. The goal is to help reimagine this form, not that it isn't still relevant. To that end, you can hear some of the sonnets read live on the home page, but here is one in its written form (as yet, unedited):
Grace
They were awkward lovers, stumbling into
grace. Unsure how to match different strides -
or how to describe the pasts they'd been through.
But, with fingers gliding, pressing - sure guides -
they would slide into a dance or sweet tale
of two who were never meant to find this:
Where each breath - exhale, inhale - would unveil
one more irrefutable proof of bliss.
So it seemed as he sketched her with his hand,
drawing this perfection in air. Or when
she slept and innocence framed her face - to
leave him breathless, knowing this would soon end.
He clipped a curl and held it to his face,
and inhaled this moment of awkward grace.
And this photo I took from the inaugural:
