A nonfiction piece by alumna Christine Hale (fiction, ’96) appears at Watershed Review:

The sky, my Buddhist teacher says.

Those two words, no more. Her shoulders and the up-thrust of her chin provide the verb, her gaze the preposition. The pain she lives with and never mentions—a hip damaged decades ago in a break-neck horseback escape from a Chinese prison—supplies caught-breath emphasis.

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