I'm not sure if I'm coming to the end of my sonnet 'project' (a newish oldish one above). Not as though I'd never written them before or never would again, but I mean the energy that's gone into this one for the last few months. Maybe I feel a turning in the poetic bones towards something else. I now have some collections of sonnets hanging about. One is due for on-line publication in the next while - news when it happens. The others are just settling, so I'm not sure yet. A book of sonnets, you could say, has been 'so, like, done'. But hasn't everything under the sun? Tick tick tick.