Kathrine Anne Porter

...winter in this part of the South is a moribund coma, not the Northern death sleep with the sure promise of resurrection. But in my South, my loved and never-forgotten country, after her long sickness, with only a slight stirring, an opening of the eyes between one breath and the next, between night and day, the earth revives and bursts into the plenty of spring with fruit and flowers together, spring and summer at once under the hot shimmering blue sky.

Katherine Anne Porter from Holiday

Submissions for the Katherine Anne Porter Prize for Fiction, sponsored by the Nimrod International Journal of Prose and Poetry, close April 30, 2008.