Berkshire County MA Fiction Writer & Poet / Writing Lessons, Teacher, Workshop / Great Barrington, Pittsfield, Lenox, Stockbridge
As a writer, I’m interested in exploring the deformative power of secrets, the grace of humor, and the struggle for truth. I believe in people, and in the power of imagination.
| Off Dennis | |
| The year I plotted to escape, I heard the bay pour backwards with its great speed, and thought of how I’d huddled with the children here on this beach when the stranger beat his dog so cruelly, she broke loose howling, knotted. Racing from left to right to sea, she scarred the flats with torn diagonals. |
The season darkened; I would run her image past, and she would flee out; she would flee out, jagged. No matter how we ran or called, or who. But I always looked away before she met the tide that washed her up in Brewster out of reach of everyone. |
| –by Ann St. Clair, nominated for a Pushcart Prize |