ANTI-RHYTHM

Murder At night, with stealth, he crossed town bounds Unseen by sentries, late lovers or hounds When he reached the marked homestead The...

The Plot She’d go to her old man at night But he’d lost his warrior’s might And would he take the father’s blame When he could no...

Just A Little Bit of Fun An old warrior and his pretty young wife Lived a quiet and peaceful life With the spoils of war, and not a...

Tell me - is there anything rarer in this land than a courteous traffic cop? (Not counting dollar transactions or the frequency of my blog ...

The door flies agape, and the boor slimes in. He flings it the other way, and nearly plasters the face of the woman in his wake. He plods t...

That afternoon, he was uneasily installed behind a tiny, dark-wood desk. That morning, he’d chosen a chimera of a lime green shirt matched ...

I want to live my life Above political strife The level I'm at today Shouldn't overnight sneak away