Among the rich, anger’s no rarity:
hatred comes cheaper than charity.
Genus, Aucte, lucri divites habent iram:
odisse quam donare vilius constat.
Contributed By: David Macey, Martial
Among the rich, anger’s no rarity:
hatred comes cheaper than charity.
Genus, Aucte, lucri divites habent iram:
odisse quam donare vilius constat.
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“He reeks of last night’s wine!” That’s off the mark. He drinks until dawn clarifies the dark. Hesterno fetere mero qui credit Acerram, fallitur: in lucem semper Acerra bibit. Return to table…
Rome lauds, loves, and sings my little books. I am in every pocket, every hand. Behold: she blushes, pales, dazes, yawns, looks sick. That’s what I want! Now I’m my own fan. Laudat,…
INTERVIEWS Eric Shonkwiler interviewed by David Bowen Power & Light Juan Gelacio interviewed by Robert Joe Stout Invisible on Paper ESSAYS Leonard Kress What Kind of Parent Lets a Thirteen-Year-Old Cancel Her Bat Mitzvah? Erinn…
In Prisov, not far from Košice, a shul or rather an exhibit of itself restored, except of course for its congregation, is open for tourists to visit and inspect. On a wall are photographs of…
Once I saw Mick Jagger mail a letter.
1. After each successful night, a vampire bat regurgitates his nutrient goop into the mouth of his co-sleeper’s throat. Next time, one sister-in-the-struggle may fly forth, wings agape signaling triumph, and the once-sung hero, (now down-in-the-mouth) will have to wait 2. for her. My friend donated religiously when she was […]
oh tiny jar sealed up with rubber and a fastener just in case it’s not true that you carry emptiness inside – you contain room for happiness and sorrows and the pickled cucumbers are nice oh you jar the friend of long hours at the fireplace and summer revels faithful friend the transparent jar made […]
