A Fireside Carol
The wind outside begins to wail, a snowstorm rattles roof and rail. But here within, all calm and clear, I sit beside the fire’s cheer.
The Usher and My Father - 2022
On Lincoln Street I sat... book open, heart open, summer sun leaning through the window, time thick as molasses in a jar.
The Headless Horseman Rode Through My Homework
I met him once in fifth grade - right there between spelling words and a math test I hadn’t studied for.
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.
Nathaniel Hawthorne’s "Mr. Higginbotham’s Catastrophe" - An Essay
A rumor can outrun a man’s own footsteps, yet it’s the living breath of truth that finally catches up. I read Nathaniel Hawthorne ’s “ Mr. Higginbotham’s Catastrophe ” this morning. And though it isn’t one of the stories folks usually brag about reading, it’s got a certain hometown flavor to it, the kind of tale you might hear from an older neighbor leaning against his truck in the driveway, telling you a story he swears is true even though the details keep sliding around on him.
