The Glimmering Light

(the companion sonnet to “The Gathering Storm”) Before the sun’s first light I wake and rise. I am the one whose voice does not amuse. In wilderness of glitter and fake news I fight my way through swirling packs of lies. The snarling jackals bare their teeth and grin. Dark, glittering eyes take aim: My … More The Glimmering Light

The Gathering Storm

(A sonnet of darkness) Alone by fading light of the gathering storm, I sit and watch the fire’s flickering light, but shadows cloud my vision on this night and drive away the things that keep me warm. Outside the wind is howling at the moon, and I sit shivering deep inside my soul. The moonless … More The Gathering Storm