Lowly, longly, a wail went forth. Pure Yawn lay low. On the mead of the hillock lay, heartsoul dormant mid shadowed land- shape, brief wallet to his side, and arm loose, by his staff of citron briar, tradition stick-pass-on. … [Read more...]

But, boy, you did your strong nine furlong mile in slick and slapstick record time and a farfetched deed it was in troth, cham- pion docile, with your high bouncing gait of going and your feat of passage will be contested with you and … [Read more...]

  Life, it is true, will be a blank without you because avicuum's not there at all, to nomore cares from nomad knows, ere Molochy wars bring the devil era, a slip of the time between a date and a ghostmark, rived by darby's chilldays … [Read more...]

    Numerous are those who, nay, there are a dozen of folks still unclaimed by the death angel in this country of ours today, humble indivisibles in this grand continuum, overlorded by fate and interlarded with accidence, who, … [Read more...]

Tis well you'll be looked after from last to first as yon beam of light we follow receding on your photophoric pilgrimage to your anti- podes in the past, you who so often consigned your distributory tidings of great joy into our … [Read more...]