Short Stories, Essays, Poetry, Journalism.

Men will never change.

In this poem I wanted to use form (here a sonnenizio) as an examination of itself, and after a suggestion to add depth I decided to craft it as a reflection of changing ideas about gender as well.


Men are all pent up convention

poem forms remain their fundament

they use meters and beats to let women know

their menial stresses, messy rhythms, and ends.


Men are masculine to make it clear

femininity they will not make their raiment

and so their poem’s pretext will cement

they mend their rhymes to the ends of all their lines.


You might mentor them, suggest they play around with form,

lament that they experiment, implement something new.

what is it with you– delirium tremens?

mental illness?



Men will never


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