I typically eschew structured verse, preferring a stunted, unrhymed rhythm for my poems. However, every now and then I like to force myself to write within a more ornately metrical box, and usually the result is a sonnet. (For an atypical example of my rhyming, metered verse, see Note to Self.)

I have more sonnets than I am willing to share here, but this is all you get to see. Most of the others are crap. Maybe these are, too, but if so they have had longer to dry, and therefore, they perhaps stink a little less.