Katie Kazimir

The Other Side of the Dunes

Picking through the rubble and debris of a leveled bungalow is tricky work. The sight of rusty screws, broken cinder blocks, and sharp, splintered wood shards make me wonder when I had my last tetanus shot. As I step over the unsteady mounds of rotting lumber and scrap, jumbo creepy-crawlies (that do not look like they are of this planet) skitter from their hiding places.