In the home stretch of the 30/30 project, I started thinking about what I’m leaving behind from the month and what I wish I had been able to do better. Mostly, it would have been nice if the rest of my life had been calm and accommodating–like maybe my job would give me the month off to write. Alas, no such luck. I’ve done what I could, and I hope to do some good work in the remaining days. Once, a poet I greatly respect said that the effect of reading my work is kind of like walking into a place and saying “What happened here?” I loved that. It remains my favorite comment about my work–I do love examining destruction and failure, trying to piece together images to make a story. Here’s “What Happened Here.”