When the contractions started, the sky was blue and when it ended, I was out and it rained then, the first time that year. The sky was still blue though. Azure maybe.
In his novels, Silas House deflly captures the varied landscapes of the American South, both emotional and physical. The eight essays in Silas House, which evoke awe and wonder, probe how he does it.
In one of the most uncommittable places on my body, some cysts were heralding cancer — invading my body, soul and mind
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