I am haunted. Some days, more than others. I suppose we all are. We all are inhabited by apparitions of one form or another. Loss. Grief. Anxiety. Failure. Confusion. Rejection Self-loathing. Depression. Loneliness. Shattered hearts.

I was thinking about all of this shit today as I took a walk, the comatose Midwest spring resisting it’s perennial resuscitation.

I am deeply drawn to art that dances with loneliness and melancholy. It is sewn through much of my own short fiction. The short story...