I am bushwhacked with the way you tell a story (as always). You capture the currents in a story, then divert them so the reader is left to go over the falls in a barrel. Really taps into the primordial subconscious, but it's rich and lush autumn sunset spilling like a bloody yolk over the edges of the horizon and patched-up places barely visible from the road - not declarations but whispers, suggestions of occupancy

deeply, deeply disturbing, and utterly fantastic.