Lynne Knight – Conversion, or, Homage to Molly Bloom
Conversion, or, Homage to Molly Bloom That summer I swore to remain a virgin. I could practice wooing if I kept saying No, something I’d learned to say to the Devil, that insidiously devious monster conjured for us by the nuns, who swore our chastity was a gift beyond measure. So why not prolong it, […]
Lynne Knight – Extravagance of Red
Extravagance of Red after Matisse She painted the room red. Not just the walls—the ceiling, the floor. Even the wood table, red. She felt unable to explain why. Something about wanting life to shout at her from every surface. Something about death and defiance. Was she happy in her red room? She bought red flowers […]
Lynne Knight – Centering
Centering Copernicus made some people understand that the words sunrise & sunset were only metaphors, & the idea of the sun rising & setting an illusion. The holdouts thought him mad, apostate, but he persisted. Legend has it that on his deathbed, he awoke from a coma, saw his just-published book, & died in peace. […]
