Dinner gets done. Books get abandoned, bungled, finished, finally published, and ultimately forgotten.
A crazy and shameful thought occurred to me. I could paint a get-well card with my mother’s blood.
Last spring and summer, my voice—and my writing—deserted me.
In September 2010, an excerpt from Kelcey Parker’s then-unfinished Liliane's Balcony appeared in the first issue of Talking Writing. Now, we’re pleased to present another excerpt from the completed work in conjunction with Rose Metal Press.
I had to stay quiet. No one could know what was happening. I had to lie perfectly still or things would get even worse.
