[Poetry] Sonnet 1

I cannot compare to a summer’s day I shall not smile at you as lovers’ would Such sweet nothings you will not hear me say And I do not love as perhaps I should   If you would wait through this cruel tempest mine Do not anticipate for cloudless climes; For I do not promise … More [Poetry] Sonnet 1

A is for…

An abject abandonment of any affinity for all the accepted social attitudes of appreciation of the arts is, in my opinion, arrogance at best. Before we become burnt out from the brunt of belittlement or bluster of bothersome concerns, Could we cope without the cajoling call of yearning for more? Consider the cage in which … More A is for…