Concrete is cold, imposingdoes nothing for aesthetics At least we’re protected,I tell the littles, ignoring Snot dripping, slimeoozing from unsealedwindowsills, cobwebsand bits of shedding pink It’s the best I can do:four walls and a roof. Except the ceilingis bulging, mold and rotcertain to rain down on us While upstairs, the manignores the leaks, luxuriatesin his […]
Erasing the past –collecting ash with chopsticks –infertile practiceembrace, learn, and recreatewe are clay – artist’s magic.
I offer Rage a chairinvite a conversation She rants about childhoodand neglect, powerlessnessin the face of abuse And I nod and remember,suggest she’s also feeling grief And she talks about cryingalone, no one caring, and howI don’t let her cry anymore I put up walls, I agree,and ask how I can help Stop leaving me […]
So ture!
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Thank you!
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Absolutely, memories too.
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Yes! Thanks
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🙂
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loved this “what among us is not still life, until mind and emotion meet us..”
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Thanks Heather
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My pleasure.
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Wishing I could capture the still life of this day…I’d burn it, blow the ash faraway. Hah, a poetic comment…
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ha ha …how about the whole month.
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Well things were going really fine till the past couple days–Whammy! Are you feeling better, re the infection?
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A little bit. Back to the doctor tomorrow to see if there is real progress.
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I’ll be thinking of you–and keeping the prayers aflame ❤
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Appreciate it!
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No problem, it’s an honor to be of use 🙂 Did you read Cider House Rules? The term/notion “being of use” opened the story, and I really felt it!
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Yes! To be of use is important.
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🙂 🙂
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