Each of us would have a dress made specially. My ears perked up.
I imagined, over and over, the blue of my dress, deep and velvety, the color of evening, just as the stars begin to come out.
For fifty years, Becky Gibson has written mostly poetry, publishing it in journals, anthologies, three chapbooks, and five full-length collections. She turned to creative nonfiction only recently, seeking to expand narrative beyond the constraints of a poem. Her essays appear in Snowy Egret, Canary, Cold Mountain Review, and two PSPP anthologies, Twists and Turns and Sooner or Later. Becky taught English at Guilford College until 2008, when she retired to write full-time. She lives with her husband in Chapel Hill.