These are some of the sonnets submitted instead of photos.

It has taken quite awhile to get these up here as there are way too many files for me to handle. I'll have to find a better way to handle all this material. It makes it difficult to grade to say the least.

Evan Loker write these first two sonnets

Mole

Bright light washes trees that set the scene,

The almost formless bristles making love

Above the wind-drunk gondola marked in green:

Red, overwrought like a primordial stove.

I see it all, as all is to be seen.

I am shipwrecked at the forest’s floor

From my hove, the Earthy tine

Unfolds in mocking marvel o’er my door.

I am not the heir-apparent furthermore

I have no fleshy shell to warm my drone

Like a specter, we haunt the jungle shore

I low this senseless, relief-less tone.

My impact is seen, not felt, and this identity of race

Keeps production producing, wait to take me place

This Bower

Hallowed, swallowed, birthed in orange showers,

The kingdom, my country, dwindles in flames

As proud Oak-giants live in Kincaid’s frames

No peace can coax the life back into this bower.

A brown paper leaf hangs alone in this hour,

rocks with a hellish current, (satan’s breath) with disdain,

With the wilting of its uprooted lover, it falls with shame,

Down to the floor, an ocean of fire now turns in this bower

What resolution can come to this failure of life?

What knowledge, what power resides in dreams so routed?

No comforts, no certainty could restore such an age;

But occasionally, there are comforts that congeal in the strife

And the hope for growth is not so easily frozen, you may doubt it, but

Life can breathe in coffins of ash, life will reset life’s new stage.

Akshaya wrote the following three sonnets

Picture Frame

Dancing over the midnight sea

Caught in the moment by a laugh

It looks just like it ought to be

Like in a faded photograph

Dust collecting on memories

Imprisoned within perfect seams

Locked up in a box with no keys

Just like my other untouched dreams

Escape is always on my mind

Stuck in this picture perfect world

I long to be rid of this bind

If only it would come unfurled

And like an unextinguished flame

I fit into a picture frame

Kiss Goodbye

I wake up in the morning cold

With nothing left but fading sighs

Soon your lingering touch grows old

All I want is a kiss goodbye

I think of when I first saw you

I hold back and try not to cry

Remembering that perfect view

As I long for a kiss goodbye

Fake smiles and imperfect laughter

It was nothing more than a lie

I just cannot trust hereafter

Please just one small kiss goodbye

You didn’t give me a reason why

You left without a kiss goodbye

My Blackberry

There’s nothing I want more right now

Than to have my Blackberry back

I made it through these days somehow

Wishing so much for what I lack

It took just a minute or two

I looked away and they attacked

Leaving without a trace or clue

Not realizing their impact

If only people were kinder

Unlike the ones who stole my phone

Without my constant reminder

I’m finding myself so alone

Dear jerk, thanks for taking my cell

Hope you forever rot in hell