Holy caca

I have an incredible backlog of posts to write, but I’m at SeaTac now, and my brain is still buzzing buzzing with ideas and MFA stuff. I’m waiting for my usual lovely 11:36 PM flight to Dulles and then home…

My right hand

This is my right hand. It has some curious features on it. A faded scar, shaped like a crescent moon An awful bump in the middle joint of my middle finger A healing scab A couple of moles An index…