Sep 11Liked by Mr. Troy Ford, Skylar Lyralen Kaye, fae/they
Lyralen, thanks for sharing your story. The words felt as if they were held in containers - the tent, the car, the room with the nuns, the bedroom where your Mom and Nancy slept. I'm not sure if this was your intention but it was effective at drawing me into the space to bear witness to what you were feeling. It's very well done.
Thanks again, Lyralen, for this amusing and tense reminiscence - the scene of walking into the living room with your mother and all those nuns arrayed is so stark and vivid - like an old-time tableau, frozen in time.
Really like the place....Feel like a member of a community again.
Thanks Diana, glad to hear it! You are very welcome here. :)
Lyralen, thanks for sharing your story. The words felt as if they were held in containers - the tent, the car, the room with the nuns, the bedroom where your Mom and Nancy slept. I'm not sure if this was your intention but it was effective at drawing me into the space to bear witness to what you were feeling. It's very well done.
Thanks so much, Donna. It did feel like one compartment to the next as it was happening. Super astute of you!
Thanks again, Lyralen, for this amusing and tense reminiscence - the scene of walking into the living room with your mother and all those nuns arrayed is so stark and vivid - like an old-time tableau, frozen in time.
Yes, if I painted I would paint it!