This piece is a response to the poem "Demons in the Fire" written by my Word and Image partner Deb Simmons:
Demons in the Fire
When it’s dark outside
And I can’t sleep
I steal downstairs
And watch the flames.
I will my demons
To savor the logs
Compress themselves in
The grains of wood.
My fire curls tight and
Whips with force,
In swirls and spirals;
It twists up the chimney.
The heat from the fire
turns demons to ash;
then I climb back upstairs
and sleep.