PHOTOGRAPHS OF THE DEAD
WHERE THEY LEFT THE BROKEN PARTS
(prev. posted on Medusa’s Kitchen)
As Spring replies with confounding necessities.
WHAT WE WANT
I read and walked for miles at night along the beach, writing bad blank verse and searching endlessly for someone wonderful who would step out of the darkness and change my life. It never crossed my mind that that person could be me.
—Medusa, thanking D.R. Wagner for such fine fare this morning!