Excerpt from "Desert Fox by the Sea" by Christine Sloan Stoddard

Excerpt from "Desert Fox by the Sea" by Christine Sloan Stoddard

I tell myself all of this as I arrange and paste until I run out of strands. Then I twist, twirl, and tug yet again with the repetition of wiping a soiled child clean. I patch and paste over and over as my woman takes shape. My woman needs no other subject, no accessories, no objects in the foreground. My woman will hang in a gallery. May the whole city see the desperation in her red eyes.

Read More