Franz Liszt

Franz Liszt how your melodies persist— in my head valses oubliées echo along the Budapest alleyway. Ah, Budapest…such a lovely city. When I »

The Masters

Tony Finau on seven Took his celebration to eleven And topped his hole-in-one coup de grace By snapping his ankle back into place (Background story.) »


Gabby Douglas A human gyrocompass Over, under, and through the bars she folds Then straight ahead pointing to gold »