doing things with words and pictures
Counting the beads around her neck, losing count, starting again, around, following the line, the lines, a handmade track to walk on.
I believe I have heard the click of those beads.The endearments. The testimony of those left at the margins. The voice all but inaudible. No one much listening. Heart, hurt, mother, kindness -- things no snoop bot would ever bother to surveil. For they're not on any Company's prime-keyword list. Telling the Stations of the Way.
Thank you, Marie and TC.Marie, I guess we all need a handmade track. Glad you drew out the faith notes here, Tom. Hadn't thought of the rosary when writing (which seems odd now).Very glad there's nothing for the snoop bots.
Counting the beads around her neck, losing count, starting again, around, following the line, the lines, a handmade track to walk on.
ReplyDeleteI believe I have heard the click of those beads.
ReplyDeleteThe endearments. The testimony of those left at the margins. The voice all but inaudible. No one much listening. Heart, hurt, mother, kindness -- things no snoop bot would ever bother to surveil. For they're not on any Company's prime-keyword list.
Telling the Stations of the Way.
Thank you, Marie and TC.
ReplyDeleteMarie, I guess we all need a handmade track.
Glad you drew out the faith notes here, Tom. Hadn't thought of the rosary when writing (which seems odd now).
Very glad there's nothing for the snoop bots.