Sonnets

Context — My laptop’s trackpad is broken, so the ability to post sonnets has been limited. It’s finally time, having posted over two months’ worth of verse about different topics and commissioned a handful of additional unposted sonnets, to share the reason I began this site in the first place. I created a character named Stella a couple years ago, and she created a story around her. Hopefully, the seeds of many stories. Here is the prologue to that first volume, Annals of the Afroasiatic Pioneers, Volume 1. Much more to follow.

PROLOGUE

From up to down to lucky and to hexed,

from gladdening to maddening, agree

adventuring you’ll find in pages next

is true as memory can be to me.

My childhood began with what you read,

in many ways adulthood too was born

as self-reliance started supersede

the baggage of abandonment I’d worn.

My dog, my friend, myself were chiseled by

the edge of nature’s pneuma, sharpened hard.

We had on one another to rely,

we’d grow to social mores soon disregard.

This text I wrote for me, but now exhume

to share with children seeking paths to bloom.

Stella

September 22, 2032