Glissade

And when Father was furious, the entire house suffered. He banged and shouted.

To escape from fire is to die by water.

I may say I tried the best I could to stifle an instinct But the quiet invitation of your transparent gown…

  He brought an honesty to work deemed unskilled and menial. A self-respect that towered over the egos of overlords occupying fancy positions, in a hierarchy of thanklessness. He had to work. As a younger man, he preferred the solitary jobs that kept him away from the world for days and weeks. Sometimes it got …

All writing is speculative. No matter how grounded in history or current reality; even nonfiction requires a reimagining, a speculation on what we think we know. I sit comfortably with ‘speculative fiction’ as a way of seeing rather than a genre because it is impossible for me to divorce it from everyday life. Consider Harry …

She imagined that she was Mary on the run to Egypt to save Baby Jesus.

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