Narbona’s Sonnet

  Prologue: The Mexican people, and the native Pueblo, steal from each other, and fight Navajo. Three native nations, just seeking to Be, elides observation, except Apache. ~ Hot! is the color of summer air; boiling, the sand, it spreads everywhere. Water adds value – if only there were; God knows! what value, of nothing […] Continue reading

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Circles

~ Winter Comes as Winter will, when Autumn Leaves have fallen; and little Lads will stand quite still, to wait, while Winter’s Stalling; for cold, cold Snow, the air to chill, to fill their care, Snow-balling. But, Winter comes when Winter will; while waiting be appalling. Then, Winter’s done; somewhere April, when Autumn Leaves come […] Continue reading

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