Else the purpose of her glance spoke Come & In
sonnet no. lxvi
This is the eleventh poem in a crown of sonnets. To read from the beginning, click here.
Read the twelfth sonnet here:
Addendum
I really want to introduce you to a new Substack my dear friend Natalie Storey is writing, which got snagged into the poem above. She and I are discussing how we might collaborate : the idea that Bigfoot might think and speak in sonnets is hilarious, as her writing is, and you should all check it out and support her work:
My favorite so far has been this in-depth report on eco-porn and its role in environmentalism.
( By-the-by, I first met Natalie in a survey of British literature class in which I raised my hand to answer the question what is the structure of a sonnet and then promptly realized I had forgotten how many lines it was. Natalie then quite succinctly answered it and gave me a wry take that, shit-head smile. We’ve been friends ever since. )
A modest shill
Since Substack launched recommendations back in April, this newsletter has grown at a modest pace. While it was hard to get new readers, since I don’t actively participate on content platforms, once we all started talking and sharing each other’s work in this blog space, there has been an uptick.
I had started April with around 50 subscribers, mostly all friends and family. I am around 140 now, enough to dream about having 150+ by the end of the year.
So I’m shilling out this request of sharing this post ( or others, you can see a whole archive of work at jamesmaynard.substack.com/archive ) and achieving the dream of over 150 subscribers by year’s end.