Tag Archives: Beowulf

A-L-O-N-Z-O was his Name-O (4)

by cheri block Oh, she sailed a-way, on a bright and sunny day, On the back of a croc-o-di-le, (clap four times) “You see,” said she, “He’s as tame as tame can be, I’ll ride him down the Ni-le,” But … Continue reading

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A Visit with the King (3)

by cheri block King Beowulf, the Geat military hero of yore—killer of the monster Grendel, killer of Grendel’s crazed mother, and (gulp) killer of a fiery dragon who protected a wealthy hoard—summoned Alonzo to his mead-hall, an impressive office and … Continue reading

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The Tour: the apartment (2)

by cheri block The tour began when Alonzo dropped his large blue muzzle, allowed his thin elastic blue lids to move down over and shield his yellow eyes, tucked his head beneath his massive chest, and then in a rumble … Continue reading

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Over the river and through the woods to Beowulf’s house we go…

by cheri block Every Thursday night, I teach writing to two small classes of high school students. My bunch this session includes a smart little 8th grade guy. Poor kid. Do not start your essays with a question. That’s soooo  … Continue reading

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The Great Geat

by cheri block The Nordic stars aligned yesterday in a series of random conversations that related to my current preoccupation with King Beowulf. First, I ran into my very charming 40 year-old Australian neighbor, Jason, who was driving down the … Continue reading

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Beowulf’s Dragon

by cheri block I never played with dolls. I played with stuffed animals, setting up scenarios about everything from arctic sea expeditions where the polar bear eats the hunter, to circuses where the elephants, tigers, and lions talk back to … Continue reading

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