If blank verse well-travelled, then the puritans’ words would be holding us today instead of the modernists’ cry, the bards would be vacant and the…
I might tissue up before a missive decree to seal up the fates injuriously deemed to be my own, contagiously at the least, as no…
Bound in a lampshade, so some say of the djinn or the Watts of James’ legacy. Yet some believe he was real (the latter day)…
Shivering opacity sits out the three-day tomb, so for you, a casual, conversant aplomb: What crossed the road and why did it travel? What…
If the renaissance preferred eclectic, then modernity panders asklepian rites for private practice in antisepsis. A goat for a worm, a pig for a snake:…