5/24/2017

I've been thinking about the potatoes on the potato farm in the valley and how the little ones shone like dragons eggs. Could a collective myth be a kind of deep map?Could we tell history better, fuller if we reanimate it with creatures that don't dwell by nature in the truth? 

Illustrating the vast detail of a land and community might mean translating its unknowability into hodags* and other heroes of the country-fried night. Maybe we find the anti-pastoral in tall tales.

*Hodag featured here is the handiwork of Erika. Find it in Lucas, Kansas.