He groaned and I saw his face. "Curran!" I would've preferred a homicidal lunatic. Oh, wait...
Magic Strikesthe poet I saw once... but whose words have long been in my mind, windows of invincible candles...
The Neverfield: PoemI saw everything in the world build up and then everything in the world fall down again.
The Opposite of Loneliness: Essays and Stories