OTHELLO! If they keep beating those drums, minding my seal and my symbol,There will be blood — and plenty gore,Explains the throat that aches, the foot that’s sore. A pirate sailor,With so much at stake he must lay low.What is it...

She tore through dawn where shadows wake,Leapt through mist where rivers shake.Mountains shivered at her stride,Forests gasped, valleys sighed.None could match her feet of flame,No boast or bribe could stake a claim.The boar of Calydon, tusks like spears,Felt her...

My hurt is here and wellMy dear Eric, I let you downI knew I would see you again, but not that you wouldn't be happy, not yet anyhow You remind me how much your siblings need meWhen I reached the...