A Poet of the Invisible World

When I picked up this beautiful gold and blue book, it felt right. Do you get that feeling sometimes, about books? You hold it in your hands and know it’s a good one? Michael Golding’s A Poet of the Invisible World needed no plot synopsis or gimmicks to get me to read it. Something of…

In Memory of Bob: The Vorrh

About a year ago, a coworker named Bob handed me this book and told me to keep it as a parting gift. At the time, I had made some stupidly grandiose plan to drop everything and move out of state. Instead, my car broke down in the middle of flat-nothing-Kansas, and a small town guy…