Author of short stories, prose poems, fantasy and science fiction
The red, empty land grabs my attention like a morbid cough on the wind, like a fading train whistle through the fog, like the taste of bitter heat and choking dust on an outback day.
The land will always have the last word. The ancestors will always watch.
-Ma speaks, from “Tales from Ma’s Watering Hole”” Kaye Linden