“. . . and I doze here, dreaming that something lies under a suburban lawn, waiting to change my life . . .”

Henry Taylor’s poem “The Muse Once More” continues: “…to draw me away from what I chose too long ago to forsake it now on some journey out of legend, to smuggle across the world’s best-guarded borders this token, whatever it is, that says I have risked my life for this … Read More