Saturday, February 16, 2013


By Dan Hagen

Here I am, at left, with my friend Don Starwalt in 2011

All the wrinkles under the eyes jumped me as I was shaving this morning. The shadow of the old man looms. But the shadow of the boy seems somehow to have become detached and skipped away, like Pan’s.
I glanced in a mirror one time last year, and saw Authority staring back at me. Shocked the hell out of me.

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