| Author: | D. C. Quillan Stone | ISBN: | 9781532016752 |
| Publisher: | iUniverse | Publication: | February 16, 2017 |
| Imprint: | iUniverse | Language: | English |
| Author: | D. C. Quillan Stone |
| ISBN: | 9781532016752 |
| Publisher: | iUniverse |
| Publication: | February 16, 2017 |
| Imprint: | iUniverse |
| Language: | English |
The Memphis Nightclub Murders & Other Poetic Mysteries is a collection of short stories in poetic form remotely based on legends, folklore, history, and serial crimes, elaborated and expanded into uniquely fictitious accounts. The collection features a trilogy of murder mysteries set in Memphis, Tennessee, of late 1950s. Rhymes on Rye No. 132 As bawdy the crass sax, or perhaps paramours brass sex Words form then stack, betwixt thighs impasse vexed He her rex and she his text, the poets verse un-tersely Pretzeling below the canopys white lace so transversely Whiskey arouses souls, like bloody tattoos incite flesh By ills in thrills enmeshed, as chaff-n-wheat pre-threshed So are facts killed, else skewed, by inebriations effects Too wrecked to judge, to deflect nudges then neglects Silk lilts then saunters, off back, over left shoulder Batoned by airy symphony, while moods wax bolder Crooning from gulf to bluffs, along hips neath slip Lips to flesh, sips of sweat, enmeshing in odic scripts
The Memphis Nightclub Murders & Other Poetic Mysteries is a collection of short stories in poetic form remotely based on legends, folklore, history, and serial crimes, elaborated and expanded into uniquely fictitious accounts. The collection features a trilogy of murder mysteries set in Memphis, Tennessee, of late 1950s. Rhymes on Rye No. 132 As bawdy the crass sax, or perhaps paramours brass sex Words form then stack, betwixt thighs impasse vexed He her rex and she his text, the poets verse un-tersely Pretzeling below the canopys white lace so transversely Whiskey arouses souls, like bloody tattoos incite flesh By ills in thrills enmeshed, as chaff-n-wheat pre-threshed So are facts killed, else skewed, by inebriations effects Too wrecked to judge, to deflect nudges then neglects Silk lilts then saunters, off back, over left shoulder Batoned by airy symphony, while moods wax bolder Crooning from gulf to bluffs, along hips neath slip Lips to flesh, sips of sweat, enmeshing in odic scripts
