Las Vegas Tales VII

The Poetry Contest by Mark Kodama  The travelers gathered at the Greyhound bus station in Los Angeles, California. An art movie house, once part of the old MGM Studios across the street, featured The Leopard and Sea Wolf.  A large granite stone statue of Julius Caesar cast its giant shadow over a small greenish copper … Continue reading Las Vegas Tales VII

Las Vegas Tales V

Bryan: the Insurance Agent's Tale The Happiest Man: I by Mark Kodama   Once upon a time, In ancient Lydia, there ruled King Croesus, A man famed for his riches and power. Now, Croesus lived in his palace in Sardis, Renown for its crenulated  towers. And its shaded verdant mountain bowers. Lydian gold known throughout … Continue reading Las Vegas Tales V

Las Vegas Tales VI

Bryan: the Insurance Agent's Tale II by Mark Kodama   Now, as said before, Croesus had two sons. Atys, the eldest son, the crown prince, Was an offspring second to none The model of courage and intelligence Greatness, generosity and eloquence. His second son, however, was unfit A deaf mute, a half wit.   Morpheus … Continue reading Las Vegas Tales VI

Las Vegas Tales IV

Jennifer Faulle: The Young Woman's Tale Legend of Dusty the Racer by Mark Kodama Wheresoever you go, go with all your heart. Confucius Elbows to the ground. Feel the vibration. I was the rookie racing sensation My motorbike flies into the turn. Smell the rubber burn. The winner’s circle is my destination. Hear my engine … Continue reading Las Vegas Tales IV

Las Vegas III

Jennifer Faulle: The Young Woman's Prologue The Gentle Reply But could youth last, and love still breed, Had joys no date, nor age no need, Then these delights my mind might move To live with thee and be thy Love. Sir Walter Raleigh: The Nymph’s Reply to the Shepherd by Mark Kodama   Jennifer Faullé:  … Continue reading Las Vegas III

Las Vegas Tales II

Sid Delicious: The Poet's Tale Forever and a Day   Come live with me and be my love, And we will all the pleasures prove That valleys, groves, hills and fields, Woods, or steepy mountain yields. Christopher Marlowe: The Passionate Shepherd to His Love by Mark Kodama Can I compare my love to a summer’s … Continue reading Las Vegas Tales II

Las Vegas Tales I

Sid Delicious: The Poet's Prologue The Summer Day   The grave’s a fine and private place, But none, I think, do there embrace. Andrew Marvell: To His Coy Mistress by Mark Kodama The air brakes hissed and the bus slowly backed into reverse.  As the bus driver left the terminal you could feel the bump … Continue reading Las Vegas Tales I