Previously from Annalisa Quinn: A new Sappho poem. Film critic Alice Mays Foamed at the mouth And foretold the end of days. The New Yorker’s Harry St Crownable Proved himself unputdownable -- The needle missed the vein, and he Fled the euthanizer, hooting with glee. The Times’ stalwart Hugo Balwart With a judiciously-timed riposte Slew the boar, and ate its dripping heart.