The poet sees suicide as murder: consider the second line… that murthring boy… who shot himself. No woman is worth self-immolation. None. But the poet indicates that was his thought. We are losing too many. A person can wind up in a vicious downward cycle that doesn’t end. It’s extremely hard to break on your […]Read More → Saturday Sonnet.
Yesterday I had a very long conversation with my son. It started with the idea of shunning. Going to Coventry. Not speaking to those who break the rules of society. For the rules of society are not its laws. Consider prostitution. This is legal in NZ. But a woman who works in the sex trade […]Read More → Duty, Honour, Love.