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What strikes me in this chapter are the intermittent sunny breaks in the overcast of Lonnie’s grief. Every mouse I met was named Benjamin made me laugh aloud. My mental image of gentle cottage-y activities like games and boating, made me smile. The prospect of making a new connection with Keve caused a smile to form on my face. Lonnie is learning to hold his love for Leo and his grief in one hand, while simultaneously holding his need to live his life in the other, and this is a growing sapling of hope.
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Thank you for your kind comment. Andy and Zander inhabit my head and heart; I think about them frequently, too.
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Grief in motion is such a powerful and evocative phrase. It made me stop and reflect. You made me feel Lonnie’s grief through his actions, his restless motion, as well as through his words. I will be interested to read if the third store is motion to mask Lonnie’s grief, or action to grow into his new life without Leo.
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Thank you for taking the time to read this story, and for your very kind words. I hope Andy and Zander will continue to live in your mobs, as they do in mine. Thanks again.
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In patches of America, such responses happen. There is suspicion and meanness stalking the land. It is a great pity; on the other hand, Eric has already encountered some unexpected kindness, though he might not have recognized it as such. Thanks again for your thoughts.
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That would have meant pausing for a moment. Then again, it would have been quite a conflagration! Thanks so much for reading and commenting.
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One might have titled this chapter “Loyalty.” Both Lonnie and Scott demonstrate utter loyalty to their respective employers. Sergio is loyal to Gabriel. I liked how you interweaved their loyalties in this chapter.
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Caught up on this story when I should have been working. That tells you you’re doing well. I’m absorbed, wondering how Gabriel is going to survive, and how the band ties into it all.
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Frosted Hearts: The Arrival
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So much many lies Lisa has learned to tell and to believe: what she tells friends and neighbors, and more importantly, those she’s guarded within herself. Maybe her husband has finally grown a working spine. Maybe she’ll adjust - the idea of being stuck with only Westley in her golden years must have been a jolt. But those lies still whisper to her soul, and curdle her chances of redemption. It’s her fantasies, not her children, that are in danger. For Joel, that last visit showed us he’s done with lies, for the most part. That made me smile.
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This was a sweet chapter, in many ways. Davin and Joel admit they’re falling for each other. The birthday is largely a success, though maybe Franny needs to go spend time with Joel’s mom. Joel’s dad made sure of Joel’s savings. And Colt as a songwriter? That could be fun.
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Frosted Hearts: The Erupted Vein
Parker Owens commented on Jason Rimbaud's story chapter in Frosted Hearts: The Erupted Vein
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Frosted Hearts: The Gay Bar
Parker Owens commented on Jason Rimbaud's story chapter in Frosted Hearts: The Gay Bar
I enjoyed reading this chapter. I wonder if Anthony picked up Ethan later on. It was good to see Five and Percy choose one another. -
Thank you for the hard work you put in on making the site work. I appreciate it more and more. I have no requests as a reader, nor any as an author at this moment. I shall have to think on it.
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Welcome. I’m glad you’re here. Hope you find plenty of good writing to distract you, entertain you and make you think - along with good friends. They’re all here.
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Self-Hatred....Yes Please
Parker Owens commented on Jason Rimbaud's story chapter in Self-Hatred....Yes Please
I can feel for Dylan. The self-loathing, the crap one takes onto oneself, and the pushing others outside the circle of self harm - I can recognize that. It hurt to read. Yet, hopefully Dylan will get some support and help, and maybe find someone to change his trajectory. -
I read this and felt a dark weight on my shoulders. I hope writing this lets you share this weight with all of us, that it may become easier to bear. Your words are beautiful, even in sadness.
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Joel has to find a way to stop fighting and start living. Easy to say, hard to do: he has his anger at the ready and it’s an effective defense, even against Jax. How long will that defense last? Anger can manifest itself in ways that will permanently damage himself, or it can transform into despair. Trace and Celia - or Colt or Davin - would be seriously good friends by finding Joel someone safe he can talk to without covering up. The scene at the creek was delightful. It made a good contrast to Joel becoming a hot headed drunk.
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Thanks for this chapter. Some things are in sharper focus, other things, less so. Colt has a big mouth, that’s certain. Maybe Joel can learn to live his life on terms that make better sense to him in time: he is so very young yet to have a sense of time perspective, and you convey this well. I’ll be interested to see if Cody can actually come to the birthday celebration, or if the mother finds a way to deny that to the brothers. If she does, it would do a lot to sever what few ties remain between Joel and his parents. But that’s for another day.
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It’s interesting to see Ethan court Kris. This is a lovely, slow paced development of friendship, gathering itself into attraction. Kris may yet learn to believe enough in himself to allow himself the privilege of being loved and desired. Dean is a longer way off from that; he’s still afloat on a muddy, toxic tide of self hatred. I feel for Leah, who now has to decide if her own heart is best protected by withdrawing from Dean.
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Joel slowly allows some ties to bind him to the Conneleys, and even to Fletcher. Of course, taking the opportunity to be together with Davin is at least as much a tie as any of the others. What must be so hard for him is to continue to feel shame simply for being himself - and in this, Celia, Trace and Colt - even Davin - can only do so much to color those feelings differently.
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The Art Of Letting Go
Parker Owens commented on Jason Rimbaud's story chapter in The Art Of Letting Go
I have read this story chapter by chapter, often hoping Jason would find a way to hang on, yet recognizing that a final parting with Konstantin seemed inevitable. You write Jason as a character who is sometimes hard to like - and other times wholly sympathetic. In other words, he’s real, not perfect. In the end, I felt sad Jason endured such heartache, but I glad that he might have some avenues of hope. Thanks very much for writing and posting this story. -
Thank you for sharing poetry with us. We all need more of it. I enjoyed reading this. It made me think of falling stars, for some reason.
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School descriptions are spot on. There’s a small chance the dust up in the cafeteria will blow over, but I doubt it. Joel seems to be making some friends, and I surely hope they will be there for him when the time comes to need them. And Colt? The sooner he has a rational conversation with Trace, the better.
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Once again, you’ve written a poem to take my breath away. How often in the past few years have I felt bereft at the loss of someone I hold dear? You remind me of the truth in your last two stanzas: we go on, not forgetting, but carrying our memory in laughter, words and light. The wind brushes against my face, and I swear I can feel him— not gone, only farther down the road, waiting for me, patient, in the sun. And I can sing, and weep, and laugh and grieve all together. Thank you.
