When nineteen-year-old Faby attends the annual Vaudeville Show in her small town, she is hoping to escape to the drudgery of day-to-day life in the Gauthier household, where chores are watched over by the critical eye of Maman and Maman Aurore. The year is 1924, the setting small town Vermont, USA, and even though she’s […]
Easily swayed, my imaginationfollows lines, dreams of new horizons spins and traces unknown spaces speculates about what might have been… (For Lens-Artists Challenge: Leading Lines)
“Be careful of the habits you make,” my father used to lecture, cigarette in one hand, whiskey in the other. “They will either make of you a slave or a master.” Of course, I had no idea what he was talking about, and I hated that his sermons were always: “Do what I say, not […]
Wow, gorgeous and evocative.
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Thank you!
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Most welcome.
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This poem made me think of my mother, and her love of napping in the sun, sheltering from the wind, and ending up with sunstroke. I think it was the line “am having beauty sleep, rusting from the sun” I like that magnetic poetry, thank for introducing it to me.
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It is fun…looking forward to reading your creations. We should start a magnetic poetry Friday, or something, lol.
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That could be fun!
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