by Peg Alford Pursell
“I wanted to make something more out of that than what it was. You know what it was. The way you knew to let out your first cry: how you were there and not, how it’s a witness who hears and translates raw sensation voiced in the tone.” Continue reading
by Kim Church
When the women of Gee’s Bend sit down to piece a quilt, they don’t wait for a pattern to manifest itself. . . . They have to work quickly because their lives are full of other work—in the fields, in their homes, among their families. Continue reading
by Kim Church
When the women of Gee’s Bend sit down to piece a quilt, they don’t wait for a pattern to manifest itself. They don’t have that luxury. They have to work quickly because their lives are full of other work—in the fields, in their homes, among their families. A skilled quilter works “in the lap,” piecing and stitching as she goes, so that the whole design isn’t revealed until the quilt is done. Continue reading
by Kim Church
The soft thump of his jeans dropping on the floor. His breath, which is quiet even when he’s breathing hard. He doesn’t talk when they have sex, or make her say what she wants. He keeps his eyes open all the way to the end. He doesn’t go inside himself like other men. With other men, you could be anyone. With William she is Addie. Continue reading
Bloom 