Sonnet III

So, from where am I from? Why, this preamble of my life lost to the tribal wars of schemes and dreams, forever hidden in enmity and possibilities. Enigmatic, per se? why, yes – I state! Here upon the hills of the north, facing twilight days, and burnt orange sunsets, my … Continue Reading Sonnet III

Sonnet II

I write as the north wind chills a January air, early dawn as the sun does rise in the eastern gates and a Rocky Mountain fair, my soul carries a remembrance of the earthly pond during the terrain’s commencements – and, a trauma dream, hidden in a haze of fiery … Continue Reading Sonnet II

Sonnet IV

I am the warrior by word who brings peace to regions of the desolate, barren, and hopeless. Always, living on the doorsteps of death, I managed to survive, even as an infant, premature with all my dogmatic faith, I stood to tell the myth of how I survived. Based upon … Continue Reading Sonnet IV