Parker Owens
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Oh, boy. Will the meteorological storm be more mighty than the heart-storm that’s also brewing? Looking forward to seeing which will be more intense.
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You give us a really good view of Malik’s torn heart. I wonder when and how Malik will develop his fire talent further. I’ve no doubt it will come in handy. But Rhaelce must be out there, somewhere, equally torn, and equally unsure of what to expect next.
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Well, then. I shall concede that you could - possibly - be right concerning your own sauce. Unless you are cooking for these characters, however, (does that give you a cameo role, akin to Alfred Hitchcock appearing in his own movies?), I’d still hope they’d choose blue cheese.
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Wings with blue cheese; otherwise Gabriel would be on my hit list…
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I’m very sorry to hear about your injury. After this chapter, I’m going to have to consult my cardiologist.
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Cinderella might have been treated better. Neither father nor brother treat August right, but Cinderella never wrestled with her heart as much as August did with his.
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Injury and absolution, connection and attraction. You show us each of these, like treasures to be stored up for another day. But we’re still left to wonder what there is in Taggert’s past that has made him so closed off, so cautious. You have me continuing to anticipate future chapters.
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I like the feeling I get from this chapter. It’s like the warmth of a real spring thaw, the kind that ushers in the change of seasons. Maybe there’s a real change in the air for Ash and Taggert, too.
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Beautifully, evocatively written. Ash’s realization of Taggert’s current nature comes naturally. It’s unforced. This story is an excellent read.
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And the relationship between Rhaelce and Malik comes crashing down. I grieve for that. What comes next will be interesting. But I continue to wonder what Rhaelce will do.
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I’m enjoying the slow, organic observations of Taggert. You are revealing his character to us and to Ash step by step.
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The form comes from George Herbert, if I recollect correctly. Or perhaps he was my inspiration. Hope you enjoyed our robins (they’re bigger and louder over here).
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Best time of the year, in my tiny opinion . Thanks for reading.
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You’re most welcome. I agree, the song of each bird in the chorus lifts the heart.
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The mourning dove is a late summer song here. By then, the Robins will have raised their broods and will be preparing for a journey south. The mourning dove deserves a poem of its own. Thanks again for reading.
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Thank you, tim. The morning chorus of Robins is a sound I wait for all winter. The form is fun to play with, so I’d like to try it again.
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Chirrup Cheerily The robin sings despite the rain when all the world is grey and plain and northern winds blow cold and drear to threaten snow and make our fingers glow, extinguishing all greening cheer. A better song you could not hear despite your list’ning all the year no matter how the winds may blow, that blest refrain is nature’s sweetest strain wherever you and I may go. Across the meadow, to and fro,
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A new kind of adventure is unfolding. I’m interested in the parallels between Chichi and Malik’s experiences. They provide ample food for thought and speculation. I liked the picture of characters in the story.
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They do.
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This poem will go up on my classroom door.
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The funeral scene was moving, as was Rhaelce’s grief. What does Rothik know? One can’t stop or detour to quiz the priest, who essentially signed Malik’s death warrant. But will Nyrra give chase? That seems inevitable, and then what happens when they’re caught? I’ll be watching for the next chapter.
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Let me add to the admiration for this poem, which spoke more and more deeply to my heart and experience with each line. You had me with the thousand doors standing open, and trying on futures like coats felt like it carried me away. Thank you for this.
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I may be inspired by this to write again. I have been so full of inertia lately, alone with thoughts that fail to make their way to a page. Thank you.
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Thank you very much for reading these. I’m very glad you liked them.
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Amen.
