POETRY
A lyric on the radio and I
Am reconciled to my fate to live
In Dallas and to find it home. Yes, why
Not find my happiness, my want to give
In these, my neighbors. Why should I deny
These buildings, people, streets, and theaters
Who are and can be…
POETRY
A querulous old man with followers
Who ruled as tyrants found the poison cup
Pressed to his lips to silence all the burrs
That tripped off of his tongue. He was served up
To please Apollo, who he had denied.
His ugly face and ugly words could die
From eyes…
POETRY
Can he impress with Beowulf
And C.S. Lewis, fairy tales?
Her glasses, large, close-matches his —
But does that mean there’s balanced scales?
He bravely tells the tale of troops
That Beowulf must bravely bring —
In lines alliterated long
Ago by bards who’d bravely sing.
Perhaps she has the…
