24 Oct A Death to OdeComedy | The self-examined pen
It was long ago that poetry had rhyme and rhythm and verse.
No we’re without these and even spelling’s getting worse.
(*The following work is to be read to the In-your-head-voice styling’s of James Earl Jones. Please tune into his voice before beginning. Thank you, and enjoy your flight) So it has begun… On moonless nights such as this, when the wind howls against shut…