I imagine Magdalen Powers living by herself in a tiny cottage in the middle of a deep forest. Birds and wolves prepare breakfast while she sleeps. During the day she goes skinny-dipping with Kelly Link. In the evening, James Tate stops by for tea and complaining about the human condition. At night she huddles at her computer and writes The Heart Is Also a Furnace, 26 wonderful, mysterious little dreams, like blog-posts from the Land of Wind and Ghosts.