|Zydeco Zombie Dance
I sit outside, cross-legged, and read RC Henry's new book ... first with anguish, then subtle smiles, then wide eyes. They are word paintings, done in dark dripping blobs, and bright splashes of color.
Now I'm dragging a rusty chain over shards of glass, and in the next minute am lifted by a balloon directly into the sun.
There are places in some people's minds that are too exquisite and painful to revisit. Thank you, Mr. Henry, for going to yours.