I have stories and photographs to remind me. But the rest is scattered like the 509th on that beach.
(nonfiction)
Tag: Gail Hosking
“Hosking writes about her father,” says reviewer Catherine Faurot, “but his presence is felt more as a fading afterimage, a hole in the film burning incandescently.”
(poetry review)
The invisible turns home into battlegrounds and destroys the romance between man and woman. These details never make it to history books.
(nonfiction)
Another Chicago Magazine 