Tag: Byron López Ellington

The World Is a Comma Rhyme ‘twixt reason and truth ‘twixt treason Lies within honesty and farming off-season Greatnesses small and minutiae lot Masters of

Meditation in the Hill Country On greenest grass I sat that day of spring And peered upon the purple-hued vervains And oaks alive with vibrant

A Sonnet Under the Stars To look above at skies so dark yet bright Is human in the most appealing way; To feel the grass