I love the sentiment Jean. What a precious gift to give to a daughter who has grown. The suffering that comes with birth is worth it. I enjoyed your progression that lead to the realization of what makes you feel whole. I rejoice with you and enjoy imagining a day when the message is shared. Life is a gift.
Hello heartbroken, a nice catch of the tone and dialect of which you speak. I especially like the metaphor of the wall. I am aware of the wall's affect and at the same time realize I have the power to undo the obstacle that gets in the way of love brick by brick. It is a parable for our time.
Hello Cushy, I relate especially to the place of wanting snow. I love snow and unfortunately my present place famous for snow gives raindrops instead. I would hate to have the choice of imagination you offer. I may discover that what I thought I wanted was not as good as I thought. Tx
Love's decadence may be the salvation of us all. You offer a very entertaining plunge into the world of discerning the difference between discipline of self to stave off shame, or giving into an indulgence worth knowing about.the bottom line: keep me from insanity.
Hello groovy girl, I see a lot of angles to this story. First of all an offering to a potential friend, who would share how impressed they are with your vision. I also see in this piece ingredients that make for good friendship. I also had a resonance toward thinking I am reading how to be a friend to self. Tx. Your compassion and caring shine brighter than a dun eclipsed by glory
I love the local color Hossman. This is a family and circumstance that is easy to relate to. The wife is dealing with conflict in the world at large and will not take no for an answer.
I love the metaphor of the volcano. At an earlier time in my life that was my dad. When mom gets her chance to rule watch out. Enjoyed humor. I had no idea what Amish meant. Thanks
Hi Fun. Nice tale even if it felt lengthy. Annabelle seeks more out of life than being the object of a man's affection. She is a person with a mind of her own. Reggie' the foil that allows for another to find her heart. Love is in the soul. In freedom she discovers her hope.
Thanks for the hope that permeates your piece. I can recall the joy of playing marbles in my younger years. It could be that the solution to the tech crazy kids is to see with different eyes. Catseye marbles like crystal balls remain see ing us of the best gift we can offer:time.
Hello Hunter's moon, I liked the idea of knowing in hunger what it means to be full. You offer your tale in the form of a relationship that went sour. I was reminded of my own divorce and the recriminations that ensued. It was in these yearnings of trying to understand that there is in the end the hope of an embrace that makes one understand. The poem reads best in the context of a relationship that finds a way to come back to life. I also am even more aware that the hunger is longing to find someone or something that makes hunger a means of finding out what it means to be filled. thanks
Hello pure sci-fi, I left the tale getting what I came for. There was an irony that got Prae to the party, with a death theme. Prae went as an only freak. Before grief at being the only freak there, Brae discovers she did have a twin after all. I was left thinking that all of us who see ourselves as a freak in a manner of speaking are not as alone as we think we are. If we look hard enough we will find someone who is just like us looking for identical identify.
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Hello Wahrenberger, it was well worth the effort of staying with your story to it's conclusion. I found myself with a smile by the end of the story, a vision of a nude woman and a twenty four pound catfish in the presence of a game warden will find a special place in my mind. I would suggest bigger script and more space to in the for of paragraphs that make it more readable. It was a good read. Thanks for sharing.
Hello Prosperous Snow, a curious piece that engages a person on the level of determining for themselves how God speaks and is at work in one person's life. I like the way that you use personal experience to validate your claims. You offer in an indirect way that others can experience for themselves. I like the implications of you discoveries. There is a progressive revelation that offers spokesmen to speak in a variety of cultures and circumstances. I hear what you say from a process perspective, I am not sure what this means in terms of what this means as an encounter with God on a personal level. Thanks for sharing.
Hello Amay, I enjoyed your story. It reminded me of my own time on a farm growing up. It is incredible what a memory can do at any given moment. Tammy is giver over to this world as a storm passes over. I thought some about the wizard of oz, as I read on. Finally she is awakened by her husband David who wonders if he lost her. It speaks to me how we can get caught in the past by the storms of life and only those who love us most can bring us back home. Well done. Thanks for sharing.
Hello Carly thanks for the personal intimate portrayal of what makes Carly different. The words miasma, myriad and plethora serve as colors in a palette that unveil a writer hidden within anxious to get out to express the power of knowing choices and realizing limits temper and define how life can work for a person named Carly.
Hello Victoria, a very lively and animated piece. The dance you describe calls me to want to get on the dance floor and feel the same liberation and joy. I liked in particular references to darkie hands with a tambourine and toward the end a quarter in a hat for the memory that does not describe in words how blind and all seeing love can be. Thanks.
Hello Astralrose, I like the sense of insight and wisdom that permeated your work. Two youth are trying to make sure that the dogs that they love might live to see another day. I see the use of the three words set up in meaning. The use takes away from getting the message to be clearer. thanks
Hello Mrs. B Ray, You offer a very personal intimate account of what it means to know abandonment. There is the misunderstanding and self blaming that get in the way of figuring out what is going on. The essence of the context is disillusionment and disappointment. Now who does one trust or even risk to relate to again. I leave feeling lonely as the character that tells the tale. Is there any hope at living with or without a friend? thanks
Thanks prosperous snow for the invitation to enter the depth of a soul. Through the lens of humanity God and religion. One is invited to know order out of Chaos. More than anything one is attentive to the making of a soul. A mother with Alzheimer's, a dad who dies in obscurity. Your poetic nuance serves to make order out of the chaos. Thanks for sharing
Hello Jace, I loved the imaginative lilt. I recall the story of a boy become man(king), when I studied French. I enjoyed seeing how a king was nurtured by forces outside family and friends. In this case he discovers Jacqui, whose mother was a healer. There is a deep friendship that reflects movement from a fall of isolation to the freedom of the ride. Thanks for the lesson you share.
Hello Hunter' s moon, for your articulate exposition of creation from a mythic perception. I liked the steadiness that ushered insight filled lighting. The image of "tapestry" remains with me. There are metaphors of how humans reflect a creation story. Some are like a cloth resource, others, implementation, and last of all the definition and value of what has become. Thanks
Hello Tim,another very well thought out polemic. You offer up that our attitude toward bad news can determine how we relate to it. I especially like the line about knowing resurrection in a sense after having experienced a crucifixion of self or another.Thanks for your wisdom.
Hello Ben, I enjoyed your invitation into the turtle world. Your punch line about being shell shocked caught me looking for a turtle fried carcass. In the course of looking for the pest there is a greater revelation. In the darkness one realizes a turtle can be its own worst enemy. Thanks.
Life is a gamble. I catch a metaphor surrounded by a surrounding cast of indicators that show the way to an ultimate conclusion. There is the masquerade that says winner, a chance as well as waiting for lucky outcome. Life is so much just like that. Each of us in our own way make the best of opportunity.
Fun piece written tongue in cheek. I especially like the way you build up to a resounding "I cannot wait. The key to a measure of life at death's door are the legacy and gifts that would be left behind. Let us be fair death will not take up the legacy. Imagine thanking death for anything. And yet without it we have no real way to value life.
Hello slow motion, thanks for your commentary on what makes for acceptance in a derisive world. I could only think of the world that has adopted me for a time. I work with disabled adults who can relate to the world you see. We are to quick to decide what is normal and in so doing lose our own humanity.
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