Under the Oak
1 November 2007
Vol. 7, No. 3
poetry, classic, rhyme
You, if you were sensible,
When I tell you the stars flash signals, each one dreadful,
You would not turn and answer me
"The night is wonderful."
Tickets, Please
19 August 2007
Vol. 7, No. 2
fiction, short story, classic
To ride on these cars is always an adventure. Since we are in war-time, the drivers are men unfit for active service: cripples and hunchbacks. So they have the spirit of the devil in them. The ride becomes a steeple-chase. Hurray! we have leapt in a clear jump over the canal bridges—now for the four-lane corner. With a shriek and a trail of sparks we are clear again. To be sure, a tram often leaps the rails—but what matter!
Self-pity
19 April 2006
Vol. 6, No. 1
poetry, classic
I never saw a wild thing
sorry for itself.
On That Day
18 April 2006
Vol. 6, No. 1
poetry, classic, rhyme
On that day
I shall put roses on roses, and cover your grave
With multitude of white roses…
Apprehension
17 April 2006
Vol. 6, No. 1
poetry, classic, rhyme
And all hours long, the town
Roars like a beast in a cave…
