Samuel Smith

is never easy, not even in a dream. You start with an old woman, long, grey tufts of hair shooting ...

Perhaps this was the only way She knew To cure her memories To season for savoring What could preserve her still Through winters unknown Colder by far...

Perhaps you are perplexed to determinehow two such disparate stories could be toldabout me. But the truth hides somewhere betweenand beyond these accounts—I was neither a poor...

“I watched Satan fall from heaven like a flash of lightning.”...