Fiction. Native American Studies. Here is what you think. Someone, you think, has dragged Robert's body off the path and deeper in the woods, perhaps burying it in a shallow grave or under leaves, which would mean that he had not killed himself, unless whoever had dragged him off had wanted to put off the discovery of his body for reasons of their own, say out of horror or because they loved him.
Michael Joyce once thought to become a Jesuit and perhaps became one nonetheless (his own father once described himself as "Jesuitical, self-taught"). He is the author of thirteen books spanning a career as a novelist, poet, critic and theorist, digital literature pioneer, and collaborative multimedia artist. His poems have appeared in Agni, Beloit Poetry Journal, FENCE, FOLLY (LA), Gastronomica, The Iowa Review, New Letters, nor/, Notre Dame Review, Parthenon West, Spoon River Review, New Review, OR (Otis Review), TAG Journal, The Common, and THE SHOp (Cork). With Gabriella Frykhamn he has published translations of the Swedish modernist poet Karin Boye in Spoon River Review, Metamorphoses; and Notre Dame Review. Two book-length sequences of poems, PARIS VIEWS (2012), and BIENNIAL: POEMS (2015), were published by BlazeVOX [Books]. He lives along the Hudson River near Poughkeepsie where he is Professor of English at Vassar College. Author City: NEW HAMBURG, NY USA