The Ten Thousand Swamp Things

These old (what? poetry? prose? creative nonfiction? confessional?) manuscripts vex me. Written prior to any focused literary study, hard wisdom, or sense of the publishing "business," today I can bring myself neither to revise the material nor pass it to anyone, and yet I have an undeniable fondness for each one. The Ten Thousand Swamp Things.

I also cannot deny: I once composed, and even revised, with an unfettered earnestness that is often difficult today to find. And these manuscripts do not include the screenplays.