What if the lands we walked on could speak? What might they tell us?
My novels invariably carry a strong element of magical realism. In one of my stories, land has consciousness, it hears us, it feels us, it knows us ... as you can imagine, this was an usual tale!
“Home” tells the story of an old man who has spent his whole life protecting New York’s Coney Island. He has never left the island, not once, because one day way back when when he was a kid and sat alone on the beach, he heard, from far below the sand, the heartbeat of the island. He knew that it didn’t make sense, and yet he knew that what he had heard…
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