By popular request I’m going to post some poetry. Of my own. While painfully aware that one person asking isn’t the full, honest definition of popular, it is one more than enough to flatter this non-poet into poetry. And being honest, I have already used the...

Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows opens, or more accurately is preceded, by two poems. The Libation Bearers by Aeschylus, and More Fruits of Solitude by William Penn. The Libation Bearers Oh, the torment bred in the race, the grinding scream of death and the stroke that hits the...