I’m still dreaming in the afterglow of hypertextual commingling and will return to the down-to-earth (?) world of printed fiction sometime today.
Between William Gay and Geoff Chaucer (he’s not around to argue the familiarity) I’ve got some good reading ahead, though I need to find a better version of Chaucer to get into the language as much as the verse.
The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology