While scribbling away on some blog posts last week, I had a pleasant surprise: a new poetry submission care of Son of Sonnet! It’s a work about the undeniable passion shared between men and women.
Regular readers know that I am an unalloyed fan of Son’s poetry, and I encourage each of my readers to consider a subscription to his Locals page. It’s the best way to support his work directly, and I know that appreciates every subscriber. Son is also very responsive to feedback and comments, so it makes for a lively community.
I’ve really been beating this drum lately—we need to support creators on our side of this great culture war. The Left creates crap culture, but they support it and produce a lot of it; what they lack in quality they make up for with financial support and total media saturation.
But I digress. Your generous subscriptions to my SubscribeStar page have made it possible to patronize Son’s work. As a community of artists, readers, and pundits, we should work together as much as possible to cultivate and support one another’s talents. I can’t pay Son much—yet—but I’m able to offer him something for his talents because of your generosity.
By Son of Sonnet
Across the canyon echoes words of man.
Between two lovers fly the thoughts of grace.
Two eagles spread their wings to cross the span,
So man and woman see each other’s face.
The eyes behold the whole of good and ill:
an outward show to serve the inner lust.
Within the chasm flies the kindling still;
the air is potent with the need for trust.
A man and woman calling out to link
amid cacophonies of ill demand.
To save each other from the other’s brink,
they are together joining hand in hand.
The relished air with every passing day
ignites the passion’s flame to light the way.