String Quartet A four piece am I: First is my bow the tool of my trade, then the… Like a Tsunami I stride like the tide, my crashing throw wide, from the force of a tsunami this… Nip in Nip Out Like a terrier nipping at the heels of a bull, I lunge in and lunge out,… Rhyming Rotation Fate tickles me as I launch myself forward, knowing I’ll trip and tumble, seemingly humbled; but… Punctuated Line Like punctuating the last line of a poem, I flourish my [weapon] and poke! Right there,… Poetic Precision Precision is poetry. My actions ooze rhythm, each step an iamb. I position my [weapon] with… Musician’s Scribbles in Musical Score One musician’s score, sitting open on a music stand, contains scribbles in the margins. Beside a… Auction Lot 026: Philosopher’s Scroll This lot is a scroll of aged parchment, unfurled to display lines of writing in black… Castaway Mumbles a Haunting Song Hauling the decrepit castaway aboard, you call out for water, hoping you’re not too late. The… Epic Tale of Werewolf and Dragon-Mounted Knight Then did the battle-voice of the werewolf’s blade growl in wait. Saddled to the rolling wave… « Older Entries
