Mary, you write the entanglements of love with such humanity, never a whiff of judgement, only honor, curiosity, and the pained truth of what it means to live and love fully.
Mary, this is so luscious I don’t know where to start. I was mesmerized. The wick between your fingertips as the introduction to paradox? The piano? The drywall screw? So much here, beautifully realized. And your voice as you spoke it, and the voice in which you wrote it.
Mary, you write the entanglements of love with such humanity, never a whiff of judgement, only honor, curiosity, and the pained truth of what it means to live and love fully.
Your comment and the fact that you listened means so much Kimberly--and then that wonder of an interview too.
Mary, this is so luscious I don’t know where to start. I was mesmerized. The wick between your fingertips as the introduction to paradox? The piano? The drywall screw? So much here, beautifully realized. And your voice as you spoke it, and the voice in which you wrote it.
I’ll be back.
What a gorgeous, generous comment, dear poet of my heart.
The beginning to The Lovers is brilliant. It's the hook that keeps me listening or reading.
Ah, lovely Isabelle. Thank you. Means so much.