I am writing a long sequence of sonnets that will see publication in 2023. I thought it might be fun to share some of them in advance.
A sonnet is included below, along with an audio recording of me reading it.
On Being Asked To Prove Love This fog, dense as any in living memory, spawns improvident thoughts. How many are left searching for the self-evident? Opaque enough to disguise hate this ghosted world conspires to loosen the inevitability of fate and sharpens my desire to understand the workings of a mind occluded by the harsher metrics of love. Do I force you to be unkind, to demand newly conjured metaphors to prove all those things you mean to me? If so, should I exclude those no longer there to see?
Ian Gouge - Writer 