One of my favorite posts from back in 2010. It was a thrill to write this short story to accompany this Emily Benedict Coleman painting for the Lewisburg Literary Festival.   DAUGHTER     Run, daughter, run. I cast no blame, my darling girl. The blood that stains our rough-hewn floor will bear no witness: …Read More

DAUGHTER   Run, daughter, run. I cast no blame, my darling girl. The blood that stains our rough-hewn floor will bear no witness: my own deceit has brought me thus. Your hand your tender hand was just its agent. Run, daughter, run. While you slept in another’s womb, I spun the golden thread to bind …Read More