I was wondering the other day where do we stand with the return of Medea? that controversial gender-bending nightmare mother a mythical force that keeps craving for itself locked in human consciousness for two thousand years a brisk tool of repression of fear of anger that escalates into violence naturally like a well-cultivated garden gone horrid deeply inhumed in toxic lands corrupted Corinth multiplies with each child drowned in the Mediterranean but where did we put the anger? retell yourself Medea don’t stop do not abandon your sorcery reveal the truth again and again and again keep the gates open for the return of the unheard of the invisible of the erased unearth their bodies their wrath and fears our wrath and fears their agony our agony us listen to your shivering self that be the only way to hear the other we are inseparably linked in your perpetual returns Medea listen listen again and again and again and again . . .. . ... ...... . . . ... . . . . .... .... . . . . . . ...... ... . . . . . .... . . . .. . . . .... .. . ..... . .. .. . . . . . .. . ... ...... . . . ... . . . . .... .... . . . . . . ...... ... . . . . . .... . . . .. . . . .... .. . ..... . .. .. . . . Sonic diary of The Return Of Medea breathing rock PERPETUAL INHALING muddy river LUNAR SNOW WALK frantic ants WINTER SEA abandoned letters EARS & WINDOWS indolent spaces DOORS OPENED THEN CLOSED broken instrument TRAIN HOME Coffee? FIRE cold YOU & me