Keep It in the Family

by John Marrs

Fuck.

I try to think calming thoughts, returning to my favourites of the forty mental pictures I created at locations around the country over the decades. I placed suitcases in woodlands, warehouses, under bridges and sunsets, in snowfalls, on deserted beaches and lake shores. Eventually those special memories are just enough to subdue my rage.

my former editor Jack Butler, RIP (he’s not dead, he’s just moved publishers),