|Ancient light from the big bang|
Families are our universes. They start with our own personal big bang and expand as we grow until that moment when the gravity of our beginning halts the outward rush and we begin to draw back toward the nucleus of our origin.
Fiction lets us explore not only what was but what might have been. There is a sensual seductiveness to walking in the dark without fear of lasting peril. I want to get back to that.
I plan to post short fiction as separate pages on this blog. The first is called “Lover’s Moon.” You can see the tab for it at the top of the blog.
Thanks to Google’s Blogger my writing can be in the cloud. That is likely as close as I’ll ever get to heaven.