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Timothy Steele

Winter 2005

Henry and Elvis

By Timothy Steele

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 […]

Winter 2005

In a Eucalyptus Grove

By Timothy Steele

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 […]