Britons and Celts
Blood and Grace
“The cleanness of the strike cleaved the spinal cord and parted the fat and the flesh so far that the bright steel blade took a bite from the floor.” […]
Poetry
History
Roland’s Mighty Blow
“Down through the saddle with gold inlaid, till sank in the living horse the blade, severed the spine where no joint was found, and horse and rider lay dead on ground.”
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Britons and Celts
An Anglo-Saxon Riddle
“Allowed to become proud, however, he proves ungrateful.” […]
Britons and Celts
The Love Life of a Scottish Legend
“Let, wing’d with pleasure, the soft minutes flow, and lasting bliss no interruption know.” […]
Britons and Celts
A Couple of Poets Get Dirty and Personal
“Cunt-bit, sorry shit, worthless git, hardened hide / Wasted wether, tawdry tether, evil adder: I defy you” […]