Brigantia and the Bard

So then, you’re the filly who left the message at the bar for me to come an’ sit after my performance, yeah? Can’t say I get many fans clamorin’ to share a drink with me these days. Hands don’t play as spry as they used to. So which o’ my songs did you take a…

The Listener

by Serena W. Sorrell Life began with a snip, a clip, and a scream. Those three sounds repeated in the Listener’s mind. Snip, clip, scream. Snip, clip, scream. An erratic waltz, but not terrible for a soul’s first attempt at life. Those three beats mingled with the newborn's emotions and brought sound to the Listener’s…