For I am persuaded that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor powers, nor things to come, nor height, nor depth, nor other creatures, shall be able to separate us from the love of God
(Romans 8:37-39).
^ That's bullshit. He doesn't love me.
I used to be able to walk, and run, and hike. I remember biking, and climbing mountains, and making love to beautiful women. I could swim or sleep standing up if I had wanted to. Why did He take it all away from me? That's not love, and now I have nothing.
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Hi Lea –
ReplyDeleteAs I noted, I really like the play between your text and your photographs. I wasn’t sure what you’d do with the set of laughers, and by working against the theme you actually produce something that has some rich potential. I think you’ll gain at this point from moving in and crafting the prose a bit more. By the nature of what you’re working on, this almost takes on a sort of poetic quality, which really does give a certain heft to the language. You get it just right in many places – such as with person cursing God – it is concise, with a good piece of the story left for the reader to complete – it creates a sense of empathy by drawing on a familiar sense of pain. Others of your pieces are a little less focused, I think, perhaps because the language gets drawn out or pulled too far in places. You’ll see this I think, the places where the writing says too much, or says it too slowly, or drift.
I really like what you’re doing here – it’s simply a matter of pushing yourself to pay even closer attention to your style and language. Continue to do this and you’ll become an even better writer.
Kirk
“peeked” not “peaked”
passengers’ faces -