By Richard Mather (Inspired, in part, by John Milton’s Paradise Lost , Book 5: 108-113) Tonight I am not in my right mind. It was the...

It was at this point I stopped dreaming and looked at the sky and saw what seemed to me a mirage reflecting upon itself what it mirrored...

By Richard Mather I was a lonely cripple Seeking shelter; I heard thunder, saw fire. Sleeping too much, Snow on the rise. My bones warm...

By Richard Mather Dreams like girls in private rooms beckon from windows the souls of sleepers who move shadelike through night’s dark...