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Let's hold hands and walk in the attic...
feathers shells stones
lumpy bones
your picture
your doubts
my certainties
empty cages
stacked drawers
cake molds
letters scissors stamps
hedgehog hair cuts
snails acorns
paper rings spools
my portrait
our kisses
your wishes
paths spices burials
blood sweat sand
spiders flies webs
miss you radios
our truths
scales petals fears
we pass through the door
of the harem...
don't be dramatic
don't stay there
in the role of
a first lady
from the country
of the eunuchs!...
PAR
Published 30th Mar 2023
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30th Mar 2023 1:04am
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30th Mar 2023 9:09am
31st Mar 2023 7:50pm
I love the unfettered way in which you create, just splashing paint on the canvas.
31st Mar 2023 9:06pm
Sometimes the writer must act like the painter. For me it is all the time true! 🐞 🌻
31st Mar 2023 9:09pm
The way you write has had impact on me, my friend. I have always written in an orgasmic sort of way, just letting inspiration explode outward, but there is a subtle sensitivity to your writing that hints at depths, echolocation of the chambers of the heart, that I greatly admire. As you might guess from things like The Absence of Magic, subtlety tends to escape me.
31st Mar 2023 9:13pm
I simply love the "echolocation of the chambers of the heart" verse of your comment.
31st Mar 2023 9:16pm
We compliment each other in the way we resonate both in things that are similar but also that are different. I appreciate you. 💖🙏
31st Mar 2023 9:51pm
