In night amid the morrow door Did a light awake And to that light did he go ‘tor Killan akin that lake Dreams of beauty he wandered A maid there upon the sand Gazing far between the Rhoderon And to his heart she did command “Hello,” he called in a whisper And she met his … More Elira the Elven Maiden
That sepulchre mist lay heavy on the fells Covering the horizon in a downy dew Keeping the earth warm for autumnal slumber But in August, subject to a lonely few A dawn risen above its swelling mask Burns an ember blinding to the sight And hours past, it burns ever brighter Until descending to its … More Brume
On Friday evenings twenty years ago, my grandfather—the paragon Hoosier basketball fanatic—would trek the short two-block divide between his home and my parents’ home in our small, southern Indiana town. I—an emerging fanatic in my own right—would be waiting in my parents’ driveway practicing free throws and left-handed layups. He would stop near the edge … More Is It Just a Game?
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