An incorrigible hagengages my loneliness –like an assassin sniffing outany scent of vulnerability I am lowering standardsthis history of imprisonmentenabling inappropriate openings I cry for new perspectiveponder after boundariesintending to defend Like an unwanted bullseyeI am pursued on repeatmalice considering mea problem to be solved Who is this old womanwhose thoughts are daggerswho calls upon […]
I know that abyss –swallowed up as I waspunch-drunk on darkness Bled as I emerged,each reach a scrape –there was release too Revived now, I honourthat passage, recognizethe making of a woman. (Making of a Woman first appeared here, December 2021. Image: self portrait in ink)
Pair-a-Dice is hilarious. Love it!
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Lol. Thanks
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Oh dear, glad you explained the gravesite VJ. It went from odd to really sweet. And Pair-A-Dice is really clever!
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Lol. Yes, it’s all in the perspective
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Excellent. Is it risky to use the storage site, or just a toss up? 🤔
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Lol
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Lovely! 🙂 ❤
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Thanks Deborah. Hope you are well
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Unusual images. I’ve never thought of a storage facility as paradise. Maybe “Pair a Dice” means it’s a gamble that your stuff won’t be ruined while it sits in storage?
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That’s what I wondered, lol
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😀
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It is evident. Such tenderness. You can tell a lot about people from what is left at their gravesite, as well as the people who leave the items. Clearly loved. And I loved the dice storage, kind of two messages there. And Willy Wonkas sounds good about now.
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I agree; the little gnomes paint a portrait. Thanks.
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It’s a cute idea.
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