This is devastating and beautifully controlled at the same time. The tsunami metaphor carries the reader through unbearable accumulation without ever losing clarity. “Shards of identities litter the shoreline” will stay with me.
I appreciate you taking the time to read and respond to this. I was hoping that the loss of my role as daughter-in-law, daughter, wife/partner/lover, and mother-as-caregiver came through. Your words tell me it did. Thank you.
You must Glenna. You are gifted. Your work is visual and emotional and textural. I always ‘experience’ it and find it incredibly moving. I remember hearing you read some of your ocean, beach, tide pool work and I could smell the ocean and feel the spray on my face. I lived at Dillon Beach for 10 years. You took me right there! 💖
Glenna, this breaks hearts. I don’t know how you wrote a piece this beautiful and still so sad. The writing is exquisite. Thank you. We have such stories to tell.
This is devastating and beautifully controlled at the same time. The tsunami metaphor carries the reader through unbearable accumulation without ever losing clarity. “Shards of identities litter the shoreline” will stay with me.
I appreciate you taking the time to read and respond to this. I was hoping that the loss of my role as daughter-in-law, daughter, wife/partner/lover, and mother-as-caregiver came through. Your words tell me it did. Thank you.
This is beautiful and heartbreaking all at once. I felt every word, Glenna. My heart is with you. Thank you for your extraordinary words. 💖🙏🦋
I appreciate this encouragement, Christine. You help me to continue my writing.
You must Glenna. You are gifted. Your work is visual and emotional and textural. I always ‘experience’ it and find it incredibly moving. I remember hearing you read some of your ocean, beach, tide pool work and I could smell the ocean and feel the spray on my face. I lived at Dillon Beach for 10 years. You took me right there! 💖
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Oh and the waves of these tsunami stanzas - gorgeous on the page! 💖
Well done. You found words for your unrelenting season, and generously (beautifully) shared them in this piece.
Glenna, this breaks hearts. I don’t know how you wrote a piece this beautiful and still so sad. The writing is exquisite. Thank you. We have such stories to tell.
Thank you for your kind words. They encourage me to keep writing and to keep sharing.