Even Now
The memory of the razor
Tucked deliberately & neatly
into the folds of that magazine
Reminds her of the moment,
at the tender age of 8,
When she had learned
That words can cut…
Even Now
The memory of the razor
Tucked deliberately & neatly
into the folds of that magazine
Reminds her of the moment,
at the tender age of 8,
When she had learned
That words can cut…
You have been in and out of my mind over the past few months. Are you still in Montpelier?
Strong poem. scary and close to the bone.
Hannah Dennison PO Box 8 Chelsea VT 05038 802-595-0410 – home http://www.hannahdennison.org
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A very vivid image
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Thank you!
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Yes a very vivid image. Oh you are far better with your blog than I am with mine lately. I am working to getting back to mine. I have put together a new background page, which I think works and I am reorganizing the look of things and some new ideas have come to me about what I want to do with it. By the way, nice poem.
Peter
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Peter! You must post something. Now! That is your mission… tell us what you are writing/thinking/creating these days – K? 😉
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I could get together Thursday. What time works for you?
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I like Even Now. It short, but to the point.
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