The Beagle with a nod to Alfred, Lord Tennyson She bites the bone with jowly jaws; Halts its escape with padded paws, Flush in th...

Therapying Thunderstorms Thunderstorm! Thy thoughtlessness thrums the throng. Thy thanklessness! Throttle thy thickening, that t...

Sometimes Overt, Often Stealth Let me tell you about my friend, Fuck You. He's been with me for so long now that I don't rem...