What a strange, dark, beautiful world Kathryn Davis has created in her novel Duplex. And the best part is how it sneaks up on you. Everything is all perfectly normal, but then there is, almost in passing, a sorcerer. And robots. And fairies. Horsewomen. Aquanats. But subtly, almost like you’re the strange one for seeing anything out of the ordinary. And you find yourself questioning whether you’ve seen anything at all. Continue reading
Sitting down to dinner, I find myself staring at the side of my son’s face. He doesn’t know I’m watching.
It’s a child’s face. A boy’s face. But not a baby’s face. Not even a young child’s face. He’s nine. His skin is smooth. And soft, still. Perfect. But it won’t always be. For an instant, in my mind’s eye, I catch a glimpse of this face as a teenage face. Continue reading
Snow is soft and white.
It makes me happy, if cold.
Then it turns to slush. Continue reading