My apartment was quiet and dim. I sighed in relief as I toed off my work heels, then dropped my keys on the sideboard before scooping up my mail. The small square parcel with the neat lettering had landed demurely...

The Revels

"Sonnet #8; in alternating pentameter and hexameter, and Shakespearean rhyme"

It's funny, the way that little things fall, Drops of crystal rain split in haphazard fashion- All things are fragile, no matter how small. A glass of wine shattering in rough hewn passion... Lover's limbs tangle, glittering shards dance On...

The Other End

"More than..."

It is black and rectangular With buttons amass Some have numbers And some can spell ass It might be a best friend Or maybe a man Could be a woman Just depends on the fan It leads to a place...