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The Firelight and the Unseen
On reading The Invisible Man The fire breathed low in the evening room, Its heart aglow through the tender gloom; The coals like thoughts that rise, consume, Then fade in molten dreaming. Outside, the wind began to moan, Yet here I sat - content, alone - With Wells’s words, soft-uttered tone, Through pages dimly gleaming.
Back Alley Sunrise
Dreams used to sit with me on a busted stoop at dawn, swinging their feet to a blues beat leaking from a late-night radio.
After the Angels Folded Their Wings
Prologue: Clarence’s Watch Heaven is quieter than you’d think. Wings don’t rustle ... they remember. Tonight, I look down at a house where hearts are trying to mend by morning’s slow mercy.
