Not what the mind sees, but what the mind imagines the eye must see.
One writes to memorialize, and to bring to life again that which has been lost.
Beauty is a question of optics. All sight is illusion.
I've always been interested in writing about people, including young children who are not able to speak for themselves. As in my novel 'Black Water,' I provide a voice for someone who has died and can't speak for herself.
Of our hurts we make monuments of survival. If we survive.
A man will reveal his true self, or so it seems, on the tennis court.