A.C. Moore Sonnet 4: Singularity

The first infinity. Compressed zeros,A point of mass finely pressed in the dark.Between stars and milk spilt in the cosmos,God’s toolbox works gravities endless lark. There it is, beyond that far horizon,The enthroned singularity, hidden.In the shredded matter, quarks and bosons,A force, by which even light is ridden. Hidden. Indeed. We see only partlyVia math,Continue reading “A.C. Moore Sonnet 4: Singularity”

A.C. Moore Sonnet 3: To My Love

To me, she’s as the rowan tree;Her eyes as pools ‘neath azure skies—Reflecting all about her be—Her heart, a dart which quickly fliesInto my own, pierced with desire.Askr, Embla could not compete—Glacial melt hails from our hot fire—My soul is with her made replete. As she around me spins the fatesAnd pulls me to herContinue reading “A.C. Moore Sonnet 3: To My Love”

A.C. Moore Sonnet 2: Quantum

What is the smallest thing you ever knew?A mouse? A splinter, or perhaps a dream?Or maybe you’ve heard what sits on a pew,In the temple of math, language supreme? A defiant cat, Schrodinger’s good pet.Fundamental parts. Known and unknown.invisible, until measurement met,Entangling the clothesline, Hang in There! shown. Many say the math’s wrong. Even greatContinue reading “A.C. Moore Sonnet 2: Quantum”

A.C. Moore Sonnet 1: Sight of the Eternal

How oft I seek transcendentalism.To become entangled in the ethos,Yet fall short of the fell mechanism?Yes, how could I forget? It is pathos Which calls to me. Her light spread out like wheatto thresh, refulgent in great harmony.My fellows think it cruel to leave the seatEmpty, and supplicate the surgeons fee Be met. Though vacancyContinue reading “A.C. Moore Sonnet 1: Sight of the Eternal”

The Letter by the Chairs

I knew in time you’d come. With time, the smell would come. It’s no more than what I’ve known. The smell of people alone Could turn my stomach. That odor, of salt, and wet decay Makes my flesh crawl. People do not consider it, let   Alone Their actions. No matter how they try toContinue reading “The Letter by the Chairs”

Poetry Patterns

Poetry has acted as a window into deeper understanding of language for me. I have dyslexia, which radically changes the way I interpret information, specifically lingual information (written and spoken). But from a young age, poetry and the workings of poetics was a way I could read easily. The patterned setup of Iambic Pentameter, endContinue reading “Poetry Patterns”