We shoved off. I took starboard, you took port and rudder, I the jib. The rising sail puffs proudly, slackens then inhales in sport. Will we have shifting gusts or calm or gale? Above the...

The Poets War
by MrDaMan
Virgil R. Hall II (Randy)

There are no killers, waxing poetic, only collateral brain damage
on Red Cross stretchers, bleeding ink in...

Americas Nature
by MrDaMan
Virgil R. Hall II (Randy)

Drop a beat, skip a beat, tap, tap, thrum.
It’s the rumble of a nation, of a people,
with an...

By Paul Laurence Dunbar ‘T was three an’ thirty year ago, When I was ruther young, you know, I had my last an’ only fight About a gal one summer night. ‘T was me an’ Zekel Johnson; Zeke ‘N’...

So we, who‘ve supped the self-same cup, To-night must lay our friendship by; Your wrath has burned your judgment up, Hot breath has blown the ashes high. You say that you are wronged—ah,...