Old Eben Flood, climbing alone one night Over the hill between the town below And the forsaken upland hermitage That held as much as he should ever know On earth again of home, paused warily
The road was his with not a native near; And Eben, ...
I wondered if the others felt as heroic as safe: my unmangled family slept while I slid uncertain feet ahead behind my flashlight’s beam
Stones, thick roots as twisted as a ruined body, what did I fear
I hoped my batteries had eight more...
Cool black night thru redwoodscars parked outside in shadebehind the gate, stars dim abovethe ravine, a fire burning by the sideporch and a few tired souls hunched overin black leather jackets
In the hugewooden house, a yellow chandelier at 3...