Poetry
Winter 2005
Henry and Elvis
When James deserts his novelistic muse To write plays and seek popular acclaim, When Presley jettisons his blue suede shoes To act, their situations are the same: They don't appreciate […]
Poetry
Winter 2005
In a Eucalyptus Grove
Some small dark thing thrashed in the path; And I, dumbfounded and afraid, Recoiling from its agony, Could not decipher, much less aid, This lizard—was it?—or young snake. Yet even […]