A pirate walked into a bar, and the bartender said, "Hey, I haven't seen you in a while. What happened? You look terrible." "What do you mean?" said the pirate, "I feel fine." "What about the wooden leg? You didn't have that before." "Well," said the pirate, "We were in…
Robert Frost (1874-1963). North of Boston. 1915. 11. The Code THERE were three in the meadow by the brook Gathering up windrows, piling cocks of hay, With an eye always lifted toward the west Where an irregular sun-bordered cloud Darkly advanced with a perpetual dagger 5 Flickering across its bosom. Suddenly…
Posted by Scribbles on November 4, 2007 - 23:22Part One: Breaking outA damp cold sensation permeates her suit from the ankles as she carves a straight path into deeper water. Breaking waves, that’s the first objective, but before she can reach that point, it becomes clear that this is not a benign…
