Michelle R Disler
I looked at that fingerprint card on my desk every damn day.
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I grew up with my dad's loaded police-issue pistol on top of the refrig in the kitchen when I was young. And though my dad never really brought his work home in the unmarked state police car he drove for work, he seemed to live and breathe what he called later in his career "dirty and discouraging work." He began telling stories about crime scenes and open cases as my brother and I grew older, and I began asking questions, and eventually the intersection between the science of crime and the artistry of poetry came together. The more we talked, the more spell-binding the conversations and the writing became. "Dirty and discouraging work" on my end too in a way; it can be difficult to work on any one poem for very long. But a homicide?