The pinneapples in Costa Rica! Could read and read and read about them. I loved: "Life here doesn’t ask to be noticed. But it holds its shape." It's nice to be reminded that one sentence at a time is play!
Thanks for this writing posture, Rena. So rich and so stripped down at the same time. Your pineapple piece reminds me a little of Neruda’s idea, especially the one to the artichoke.
Love this so much, Rena. Your sensual writing about pineapple and poise and composure and sweetness and stickiness and the behind-the-tourist scenes of Costa Rica, and your encouraging prompt. I attempted it and played with it and repeated a version of what I have already always seem to be writing but no matter. Every time pen goes to the line it's an opportunity at some point for something new when the sameness finally moves on from itself.
The pinneapples in Costa Rica! Could read and read and read about them. I loved: "Life here doesn’t ask to be noticed. But it holds its shape." It's nice to be reminded that one sentence at a time is play!
Thanks for this writing posture, Rena. So rich and so stripped down at the same time. Your pineapple piece reminds me a little of Neruda’s idea, especially the one to the artichoke.
Love this so much, Rena. Your sensual writing about pineapple and poise and composure and sweetness and stickiness and the behind-the-tourist scenes of Costa Rica, and your encouraging prompt. I attempted it and played with it and repeated a version of what I have already always seem to be writing but no matter. Every time pen goes to the line it's an opportunity at some point for something new when the sameness finally moves on from itself.
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