heaven – michael jarmer

Welcome to day eleven of sonnet storm 2023. Thirty days, thirty sonnets. Here’s my first little sonnet experiment, a sonnet in iambic petameter (with a fudge here and there) that does not rhyme. We call that blank verse. Ooh, but there’s a rhyming couplet at the end—a button. Now we’re cooking. And the NaPoWriMo suggestionContinue reading “#449: My brother once said that his dear dead dog . . .”