Here’s more of our conversation with Matt Kish, this time focusing on his image that evokes Hawthorne and Jewett and the fairytale.
And Moby-Dick: “…and the nameless, unimaginable, silent form or phantom, to which the hand belonged, seemed closely seated by my bedside.”
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