I love "rim shot the red light" -- which could serve as a descriptor of my basic style of driving. And the first sonnet here perfectly describes an inner and outer landscape I know so well. I feel as though I'm a co-celebrant of it with James as a fellow sonneteer and denizen of this great region.
I love "rim shot the red light" -- which could serve as a descriptor of my basic style of driving. And the first sonnet here perfectly describes an inner and outer landscape I know so well. I feel as though I'm a co-celebrant of it with James as a fellow sonneteer and denizen of this great region.
Thanks Jonathan, and thanks for the share. Us GPNW folk should stick together and write anthologies of the GPNW landscapes.
Gorgeous prose and some inescapable beats of deep meaning in these, James.
"When it's river swelled the bodies couldn't be seen"...
Also, the beat about the choice to let the world peer in or go stir crazy...🙌 🔥💔
Great work!
Thanks Greg, and thanks for reading!
Two awesome poems.