© Marie Marshall.
Whoa. Wicked good!
I can be both at the same time, y’see.
LOL Yes, in full agreement there, missus. Write on!
An’ there ye was again – out in my yard and didn’t stop to say hullo! Did ye not see me walkin’ the dammit dawg? Aurora is right – wicked good! T
All I saw was the bushes rustlin’, sis.
Yeah, you call them fragments, but they’re complete poems as they stand.
More happens in two or three of your lines than in many works 10 times longer.
And that is the whole point of this blog.
Thank you very much.
i agree wholeheartedly with all of the above (save for the rustling bushes.. i bear no witness!) and want to add, madame, that you are truly astonishing. always. bonne continuation!
‘… il faut continuer, je ne peux pas continuer, il faut continuer, je vais donc continuer, il faut dire des mots, tant qu’il y en a… dans le silence on ne sait pas, il faut continuer, je vais continuer…’
(Samuel Beckett, from ‘L’innommable’)
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