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Acrostics and regular sonnets exploring the truth of our identities

Acrostics and regular sonnets exploring the truth of our identities.

No. 16-20 of 100 poems on what it is to be who and what one is.

Acrostics and regular sonnets exploring the truth of our identities

O Lord my dog got run over by a wheel/ I was only a Norman Rockwell kind of eight. . . read more.

Another acrostic sonnet about the letdown of a weather foiled second day in the sun but the victory over an inner monster.

In Northern Minnesota one dreams of southern climes even in summer when paradise is lost even to Bermuda and California I presume.

If we are the cells of the Universe then the rest of what is out there is the rest of the Body we belong to much like bees are part of a hive.

If God's body is the universe then mine is like one of his organs, both of us sharing the skin organ at the least.

Denying he stole anything is he thief or victime