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's sixteen books and several digital works span a career as novelist, poet, critic, theorist, digital literature pioneer, and multimedia artist. He lives along the Hudson River near Poughkeepsie where he is Professor Emeritus of English and Media Studies at Vassar College. Even before the pandemic, he says he began to think of himself as "an everyday monk, reluctant to frame this stage of my life in terms of what I am going to do, or how I feel, or in any other way that has 'now' as an antecedent. That is, I resist thinking it an end or beginning of something, but rather as a continual folding and unfolding along a dimensionless surface, not something but not nothingness." For more information, visit michaeljoyce.com.
Author City: POUGHKEEPSIE, NY USA