I’ve known countless Canadian po-mo writers who wrote in a similar style

They all have government grants, of course, and sit on juries and teach and stuff.

Fenris is 1000% better at it than they are.

Naturally, you’ve never heard of him…

I drank their beer, and watched the street for the inevitable visit from the Ku Klux Klan. The house owner had been flying his rainbow jack for some ten years now. I wondered how many times homophobes had torn it down, burnt his car, and shit on his porch. I could not find the words to ask. He did have seasons tickets to Gay Theater, which his public sector employer bought him every year. He complained about how hot the summer was, and how Global Warming was going to destroy the economy. He had no conscious memory of the last three bitter winters. Maybe he does not get out in the woods much, where the wolves live.