selected past writing at 42opus


Sonnet 6: Then let not winter's ragged hand deface by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE

Then let not winter's ragged hand deface

In thee thy summer, ere thou be distill'd…

19 February 2006 | poetry, classic, sonnet, rhyme


Feminine & Masculine of the Day by ROBERT GIBBONS

Did you know the ocean has a skin this morning, a real skin of light, like a newborn? October turning tropical.

2 December 2003 | poetry, prose poem


Life Can't Be Art You Say by RACHEL DACUS

If not art, why would our family villanelle

have been just Say it!, all arguments end-stopped

rhymes with ever and fend. Whatever else

explains this morning's layers of birdsong and wind?

15 May 2009 | poetry


Turtle, Turtle, Loon by LILY BROWN

All I think is watch the I

and the I takes over. I'm so sick

of branches equal limbs

equal my legs and arms…

17 March 2006 | poetry


Requiem for Sammy by MAAZA MENGISTE

The day her husband died, her period stopped. It just shut itself off and left her, left the blood building and boiling inside, fermenting into this rage that she could only release at the piano. It wasn't supposed to happen like that…

2 July 2006 | fiction, flash fiction

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