Category Archives: spirituality

“My Bad” Sonnet

On the bleak avenues where we poor live
(The ones not swept for rich suburban kids)
A catastrophic drama one man gives
(Apologizing for tragedy lived)

For some personal shortcoming he died
(Known only to him & his assailant)
Maybe he cheated? Maybe he lied?
Witnesses reported he died valiant

“(The victim) was clutching his chest… saying,
‘My bad! My bad!’ His last words — he said
‘my bad’ four times. …Were his last words [living].
It gave me goosebumps. [The last price he paid]”

For some established rule of the poorest
Death was delivered to one man homeless


Suicide Sonnet II

Despair’s inflated & elevated

No matter how rarefied the pathway

People are by reality anchored

Some souls see costly damage lives assay

“Look!” I whisper, “see the unhappiness

Flirting across her stoic countenance?”

(The sensitive see other souls’ undress

It is how they obscure their reluctance)

Some brave souls hide their sadness with swagger

Others in style’s fashionable package

Rest assured under its weight they stagger

As they try to rummage & hope salvage

Please! when you hear of someone’s suicide

Know that you have the same despair ins

Obscuring With Beauty

People learn things exceedingly slowly

Rarely understanding implications

Situations’ implications wholly

Searching out oversimplifications

Create palatable realities

Of noble & honorable people

Obscuring all of our venalities

We’re praying towards a false clapboard steeple

We resent all the unflattering news

Rejecting both the friendly & snarky

Rather than try to accept painful truths

That might let wisdom’s bold knowledge mark thee

Most people hide from their identity

When it doesn’t their ego benefit


I Weary of These Infernal Patterns


HP Lovecraft Revisited Sonnet

Liv Rainey-Smith

I want to write a Lovecraft styled story
Of unmentionable devil worship
With gothic purple prose so hoary
That readers will follow my judgeship

But instead of casting shade on “mongrel
Cults of 3rd world brown associations”
It will track the horrors of Brown and Yale
(& those bourgeois white affiliations)

I’ll show how Zuckerberg, Gates & Buffet
Worship the tentacle faced deity
& the invisible hand men suffers
To perform ghoulish impropriety

The racist cruelty of H.P. Lovecraft
Describes the 1%’s bloodthirsty laugh


All Women Are Mothers

linda and stafford 1990 crop sonnet

To all the women who helped to raise me
My crazy mother: her sainted patience
The ones whom I dated with vanity
& Linda who tamed me with diligence

The mothers of my friends who understood
That I had to circle the selfish drain
Before becoming the man that I would
I had to inflict & suffer some pain

“Little girls,” pretty young women taught me
(Perhaps my daughters most surprisingly)
How to treat women with less calumny
Which men macho taught me misleadingly

All men are made completely of women
& their suppression is an ill omen


Endless Sonnet


Each wave is identical

Also completely unique

Repetition: practical

Their differences oblique
Each person watching waves

Is completely different

But like banister staves

Cooperate in bent

I sit by the river

Of autos driving by

Observing, I wonder

If there’s a reason why

Why do I consider

The altar of nature?