Christian Atley

Sonnet II

Muses creep and rumor faintly to me While gods arise I swiftly bid they pass Adventures spawn their heads and tease unto thee That missive of the generation last Wherein each passage rhymes contain m...
Posted by on Mon, 25 Feb 2008 00:12:00 GMT

Sonnet I

In newest spring when heavn's will doth sail Then whoso seek to hold my heart entire Where memory and pure intentions fail But Lady Made and all her glorious wiles For each she taught a lesson of reg...
Posted by on Wed, 20 Feb 2008 01:05:00 GMT

New Short Story

The Ballad of Glen an American Folk Tale By Christian Turner Glen was a son of a bitch.  He always left the toilet seat up at girls houses and down at boys, talked loudly in movies and spat on...
Posted by on Tue, 13 Nov 2007 11:50:00 GMT

Dining Out Again

Thanks to: Josh and Michelle for indulging my urge to play some music at their house the other night. Josh for his sultry piano playing Michelle for her angelic vocals Yedi for his swarthy accordian p...
Posted by on Fri, 20 Jul 2007 10:41:00 GMT