Monthly Archives: February 2015

  I think I sat behind you that one time.Perhaps twice, it could – might even be moreThan just an off-chance, singular affairWith your Swift, sour, soft, sweet, indifferent hairThe moment described itself as I learned.Sinusoid, straightened: so like a … Continued

  Trochees, like life do seldom falter first.Indeed, the stress at first is not the worst:The sentence under pyrrhically traversedThe path I chose of iambs, in this verse. Enjambments that were utlised beforeWill find a way to creep within once … Continued