Really, he could be anything. Defrocked priest. King in exile. Arthritic pianist swivelling impotently on his stool. Or the head gone missing from Apollo’s archaic torso, aged post-decapitation but still divine. Or the ex-captain of a submarine, shattered by dreams of a freighter…   Michael Derrick Hudson lives in Fort Wayne, Indiana where he […]
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