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My high note
rings out in darkness, my soul withstands,
I curse the pain and protest
as a Grail forms under the Goldsmith's hands.

Sonnets. Triolets. Villanelles. Ballades. Sestinas. Loricas. Qasidehs. Ghazals. Tanka. Haiku... These poems are all structured somehow. They may not all rhyme, but all have structure.

Some of these poems have been previously published in Excavations or elsewhere.

I will be adding to this collection over time.