An eponymous guide to Michael Mattes’ published fiction
. . . and other miscellanea

We are low enough now to see our shadow skim beneath us. Catch a shadow and the shadow disappears I have heard it poeticized, but the opposite is true for a plane. Only the shadow remains, if that. And only then until it is rained away or plowed under or carried off by the wind.

… from “Miles and Miles,” Northwest Review, Vol. 42, No. 1


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