In the first batch of publications this month. Thank you Visual Verse for selecting my prose piece.
You can read Sea of Sorrows here
Visual Verse: Sea of Sorrows
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In the first batch of publications this month. Thank you Visual Verse for selecting my prose piece.
You can read Sea of Sorrows here
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Jane Dougherty Writes 
Excellent! Congratulations!
Thank you!
Beautiful response, Jane. They love your prose. You did great.
Thank you. They certainly prefer my prose to my poetry.
I love both your prose and your poetry (give them what they need and save your poetry for those who appreciate it more).
Thanks for your support—it’s good to have 🙂
You’re very welcome. Hugs back.
🙂
Congratulations, Jane. Very well one.
Not to mention… Very well done. 😉
Takes one to know one 🙂
😀
Thanks Ken 🙂
The past, even the good past, can’t stay with us. Memories can, as you say, like familiar smells in fabric. But what’s ahead that’s real is the future, likable or not. The future, especially after a great journey or change, is ominous.
You make this sound wistful, risky, and foreboding. It’s wonderfully crafted especially with metaphor: a tear in fabric, a crack in the stone, dark mesas.
Thank you. It’s always risky leaving home and when it’s changing culture and continent it’s frightening too. It must appear very difficult to people who are forced out of their homes and tolerated begrudgingly where they seek asylum.
Congratulations, well deserved !
Thank you!