A finalist for the Townsend Prize for Fiction
LYING IN
Stirring Appalachian Fiction set during the Flu Pandemic
of 1918
I do not consider myself a poet. Occasionally a mood will hit me and I will write a poem, but I do not inflict it on others. But here I share four I downloaded recently from Facebook, hoping that no copyright violation is in play.
No wonder our ancestors worshiped the sun. What to an untrained, unmodern mind is more fierce and faithful. I see it perched on a...
I believe that when we craft a story, there has to be a spark. That spark may be: a person or group of persons (family) with a certain...
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