They're the moving particles inside that eternal circle. They sometimes forget exactly what they're doing here, and then their lives remind them. Well, let's see. Laundry, cooking, nursing, mothering, grocery shopping, driving, driving, driving, reading, listening, talking, birthdays and all holidays. Fifteen years had passed.
Literature makes something new of whatever has been real, and invents the rest.
I wanted to write MotherKind in clear, simple, very accessible language because it deals with such intricate patterning and universal experience. Its subjects are birth and death and familial experience as it runs the gamut from the banal to the miraculous. In all my work, I see language as the means of investigation and time as the organizing principal. Sections of Machine Dreams are framed by lapses of time that float the prose. Shelter occurs in three days of real time made lapidary and circular.