Autumn at the Lost and Found
by G. H. Smith If you go looking for the devil, you will find him. Even on a sunny day by all accounts ablaze with piety. Even in the sanctuary
Vermont
by G. H. Smith Four in the morning, refuge of moths, moonlight’s underbelly of mist. The woods are a misery of mud and stones, discarded books,
A Darkness
by G. H. Smith A darkness lies within us, which is the driving force of the world. It is darker than the hour before dawn, yet without it, there