This is a hella scary essay to have out there. Honored and excited to be on the Manifest-Station, but also in a weird state of calm panic.
Pssst ... Believe it or not, the longer WIP "chapter" (it's really a section) is 150 pages so far and has all this crazytown stuff about Saturn, Titan, blood atonement, lead pollution, bones, Mark Hofmann, Ronnie Lee Gardner, Gary Gilmore, medical incinerators, mercury in the Great Salt Lake, and much, much more about the falling eagles ... and even a little itty bitty cameo from a friend and raptor expert extraordinaire about a Diclofenac theory for the falling raptors (she knows who she is) ... So. All of which is to say, this short one feels NAKED and raw.