There are also the calamitous events of bushfires all over the continent, and the title of my first poetry collection, Crackle at Midnight, reflects this anxiety as it speaks to the jolting disruption of a raging fire that invades a slumbery community in the heart of rural Malawi, leaving its inhabitants covered in a green pall of toxic haze.

I missed the beast in my flurry, but he dropped you all right and was off like a streak.

She began to preach, announcing herself as the Publick Universal Friend, and soon [...succeeded] in organizing groups of Wilkinsonian celibates at New Milford, Conn., and at East Greenwich and South Kingston, R.I.

The false primary about one third the length of the first, which is shorter than the fourth.