Today marks a repost of 5 sonnets I wrote for this gifted young lady.  Talented.  Capricious.  Prone to hope and despair.

I also updated my tag links so that the following will point to most every post relevant to her in one way or another:


See Dick Puff Jane….

Here’s to an old friend whose bawdy humour always made me uncomfortable.  But all-in-all, he was a good-hearted lad and this morning finds me missing him and wondering what he might be up to these days–if in fact he is up to anything at all.