The Ice Fan (2022)
On the next to last day of 2023 I woke up with Covid. Because I have an advanced G.E.D. in gallows humor, I couldn’t help but interpret the infection as a bat-winged omen of dread for the coming year. Physically, at least, I’m feeling much better than I was 72 hours ago. But the weight on my spirit is no lighter. It’s the disconcerting…
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