|I'm not known for my selfies, but if I'm alone in Poe's UVA dorm room,|
it's going to happen.
|Sliver of Poe's original coffin from the archives of the Enoch Pratt Free Library in Baltimore.|
|I'm really hoping she remembers some of the Poe jaunts |
she joined me on when she grows up, even if I did
dedicate the book to her baby sister.
|The landing of Poe's honeymoon suite in Petersburg, Virginia. |
The consummation might've happened right in that room
|Just outside of Brighton in the UK, where noted Poe collector Peter Fawn is digging around for Poe treasures, |
while I hold a Mystery Writer's of America Edgar Award.
|In the catacombs beneath Westminster Hall. Behind me is a portal to the hereafter with a pair of ghosts in it.|
|Some days I didn't prepare too well. Me peeking into the locked |
Monumental Church in Richmond, Virginia,
looking for the pew Poe would have sat in as a child.
|Hanging with Poe's mom in Richmond, Virginia.|
|Inside Richmond's Masonic lodge. This floor is probably the only |
remaining stage that Poe's mother acted on.
|Another inside the lodge because, well, it's the only one I've ever entered.|
|Inside the Philadelphia Free Library's Rare Books Department,|
where so many of my Poe dreams cam true.
|Like this one, selfie-ing with the only extant copy of Poe's "The Raven" |
written in his own hand. My eyes are jacked up from my LASIK.
|The desk and chair of Charles Dickens, also at the Free Library.|
|Still at the Philadelphia Free Library, my wife, her camera, and I reflected in the glass protecting Grip the Raven, |
muse to both Dickens and Poe.