One of the most enduring forms in English poetry, a sonnet — from sonetto, which means  “little song” in Italian — is a 14-line poem. Traditionally a sonnet employs a variable rhyme scheme, though many contemporary examples of the sonnet do not rhyme.  

Lima Limón :: Madurez

I wear a peineta & pin a mantilla to my hair

I want to be Conchita Piquer warning women

about becoming lemons. The goal: tener alguien


quien me quiera. I want to be my mother singing me

to sleep: A la lima y al limón, te vas quedar soltera.

My grandmother hated peinetas, mantillas & women


who wore too much gold. She'd say this pulling my hair

tight into a bun. She hated peinetas & mantillas:

Pero la necesidad obliga. I don't want to be the woman

Sonnets from the Portuguese 24

Let the world’s sharpness, like a clasping knife,

Shut in upon itself and do no harm

In this close hand of Love, now soft and warm,

And let us hear no sound of human strife

After the click of the shutting. Life to life —

I lean upon thee, Dear, without alarm,

And feel as safe as guarded by a charm

Against the stab of worldlings, who if rife

Are weak to injure.     Very whitely still

The lilies of our lives may reassure

Their blossoms from their roots, accessible

Blousy Guitar

Blousy guitar   I don’t want to count the beats   Hey Hey

My pen     I have bed hair in the best way    Daughter

of sunlight and air     and I’m glad you were born

on this day or put another way: that you were


born      Let’s be superstars    Let’s call each other “suckas”

Turn everything into writing      Lord of my Love

and eat new raw oysters with many condiments

to lord & love      to be generally great


The flopping flowers that die in a poem

from Citizen

The rain this morning pours from the gutters and 

everywhere else it is lost in the trees. You need your 

glasses to single out what you know is there because 

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