I didn’t think I cared. I resisted my daughter’s request for several years. A few months ago, I caved. I finally agreed to spit in a cup and offer my DNA up. For my daughter. For my misfit feelings about my desert dwellings. For curiosity’s sake. For research. For what it’s worth. The findings were …
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Blood Builds a Bond (audio poem)
I am sharing a poem that I wrote while teaching British Literature, specifically, Beowulf. When teaching the Old English epic poem, (like most teachers teaching this poem) I required my students to write and read aloud an original “Boast.” Their poem needed to be written in similar format to the translated version, it needed to …