By: G. D. McFetridge The other day I was at a coffee shop with a fellow writer and we were discussing the state of American literature. She looked thoughtfully over her double espresso and asked me what sort of writing I…
By: G. D. McFetridge The other day I was at a coffee shop with a fellow writer and we were discussing the state of American literature. She looked thoughtfully over her double espresso and asked me what sort of writing I…