Such playful banter atop layers and layers of foreboding angst!
“He’s alone, without a mate—only God can sport with him. We do something we can’t control. You do know that, don’t you? The best and worst of what we are.”
Mary - the rollercoaster continues! Once again, I am surprised at the twists and turns. And I do love the evocative writing. This chapter brings many questions; looking forward to the next one!
»I wonder if, I think as we’ve discussed over the years, perhaps on subjects such as my father, if I haven’t become accustomed to and adept at moving things under the now crowded rug, that that’s how I exist and deal with things.« seems to be tying itself in knots.
And with every mention, the rug seems to be getting increasingly crowded…
You are a master at metaphor, Mary!
Powerful and unsettling ~ the puzzle of tiny bones. As unsettling, I assume, as the capsize of Lena’s life must be for her.
As usual, fab reader: You "hit it" with eloquence. You are a love and your most recent essay, was, as I said, a wonder on "despair". Love to you, ~ Mary
Awesome. Just brilliant. All the subtle nuances of an affair (not that I would know anything about that), but simply being in love and questioning it, and wanting it, and dismissing it, and confusing it...it's just life happening all around us, isn't it?
Oh, Mary... I'm late to the party but your dialogue is just breathtaking! So unexpected and wonderful. Like jazz... the music of surprise.
Oh, Alisa, talk about making my day!
Such playful banter atop layers and layers of foreboding angst!
“He’s alone, without a mate—only God can sport with him. We do something we can’t control. You do know that, don’t you? The best and worst of what we are.”
Ah, slant dialogue--had to work so hard on that, let alone Leviathan! xx
Mary - the rollercoaster continues! Once again, I am surprised at the twists and turns. And I do love the evocative writing. This chapter brings many questions; looking forward to the next one!
Means much, Susan, that you continue to read. xxoo
This wriggling and writhing sentence:
»I wonder if, I think as we’ve discussed over the years, perhaps on subjects such as my father, if I haven’t become accustomed to and adept at moving things under the now crowded rug, that that’s how I exist and deal with things.« seems to be tying itself in knots.
And with every mention, the rug seems to be getting increasingly crowded…
You are a master at metaphor, Mary!
Powerful and unsettling ~ the puzzle of tiny bones. As unsettling, I assume, as the capsize of Lena’s life must be for her.
As usual, fab reader: You "hit it" with eloquence. You are a love and your most recent essay, was, as I said, a wonder on "despair". Love to you, ~ Mary
Mary your words and perception of humanness leave me gasping for more every time... this ! x
Ah, Susan, my sincere thanks or such lovely words from you about the writing and the perceptions.
Awesome. Just brilliant. All the subtle nuances of an affair (not that I would know anything about that), but simply being in love and questioning it, and wanting it, and dismissing it, and confusing it...it's just life happening all around us, isn't it?
What a great comment, Ben: Life happening all around us!