A former poetry editor of Stirring: A Literary Collection, Kate Hall's poetry and stories have appeared in numerous journals. She was awarded the Robert Frost Poetry Prize by Kenyon College then earn a J.D. from the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill.
JUL-AUG 2006 | Fiction
I’m sick of candy. I never thought I’d say that. The first man to rape me used it. It was actually more of a kidnapping. Not legally, but it felt like one. He was my uncle. Before he was my kidnapper. His name is Sammy. I know, sounds like an antidepressant.