|Reviewed by John Domino
|Reviewed by Birgit and Roger Pratcher
|Reviewed by C. McGovern-Bowen
|Sail onward! ;-)
|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|Yes indeed, Kate! Fantasy can be very therapeutic. I was really good at it as a child and I'm trying hard to get good at it again. Thank you for sharing this gift. Love and peace to you,
|Reviewed by Nordette Adams
|Yes, it's saved many a mind, fantasy. Great write, Kate. ~~Nordette|
|Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado
|Excellent imagery in this spellbinding write; very well done, Kate! BRAVA!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in America, Karen Lynn in Texas. :(
|Reviewed by F William Broome
|You have redefined breakfast with a younger person, whose life is so different from ours. A few in my family and I howled with each and every line. You built the sotry well, and it burst like a Fourth of July celebration. Thanks, Dear Heart. You've also redefined the "Philosophy," of raising children. Enjoyed! - Bill
|Reviewed by jude forese
|through the contours of morning skin, surpassing the vortex of everyday consumption is the lifeline where vessels of inspired thought harbor in your port with a cargo of spices and dreams ...
grab tightly ;)
|Reviewed by Sherry Heim
|Perhaps it is the emergence back into reality from our dream state that can make the morning hum-drum so unbearable. The monotony of the same people, the same cereal, the same attitude, the same "good morning" and an automatic kiss every single day, is enough to grate on the psyche of even the most passive of persons. Fantasy takes us into a parallel space where things are what we wish them to be and not as they are in our reality world. The strange part, though, when someone leaves our life either through death or an undesired estrangement, it is that boring breakfast time that we seem to miss the most. We are creatures of habit even if it bores us to tears. I love this line:
"...suffocating in thermal waves of early-morning skin"
It made me feel like one of the girls in Goldfinger who was suffocated in 24 carat gold paint...leaving me to wonder how something so beautiful could also be so deadly.
|Reviewed by A PAX
She is a poet lol
|Reviewed by Felix Perry
|Sweet Kate this is a real life drama that you unfold from the indiffernce to two sitting at the breakfast table to the edge of two becoming two separated but only at the last minute being saved by the hope and fulfillment that sometimes fantasy offers. Not saying that is a great thing but maybe the fantasy buys time to slow down the process before it becomes irreversible. Anyway this was intense and moving.
|Reviewed by Susan de Vegter
The great escape is a vacation from now/today. I've taken that tow rope as much as I can until Mariah proclains," Mon ! Mom! reality..reality check!!!
Then I come back down refreshed.
You spoke for me Sis!
|Reviewed by E T Waldron
|What would we do without that fantasy vessel?;-) Incredibly imaginative! I agree with Richard!
|Reviewed by Janet Parker
|If you can write something that makes a person feel literally nauseated, you've done good :>) It brought back so many memories of the stress of raising two boys alone. They are grown married parents now and I miss the little munchkins that they were. (But not THAT much) Love You, Kate...Janet|
|Reviewed by Paul Williams
|Love the imagery and the metaphor Mizz moneypenny...done with style. As Captain of SS Fantasy,(as well as part time spy, poet, blah! blah! etc, etc) I would like to invite you to the Capt's table tonight. We're having Lamb lol. Walnut Whips for desert.
|Reviewed by Peter Paton
Sometimes we just need a good long holiday or sabbatical to take a break from the exhausting tasks of raising a family...
I can sympathise...;)
Love and Light
|Reviewed by richard cederberg
|"suffocating in thermal waves of early morning skin" although at once obvious in context, has got to be the most mysterious poetic phrase I have ingested in a long while.
Kate my dear . . .
You are certainly gifted.
Be that as it may, I would like your permission to shrink myself down, for an afternoon, and voyage through your mind in a crystal canoe with an 8 mega-pixel digital camera for the sole purpose of photographing and gleaning what you really see in your minds eye, and also what you think about but never say.
You are a wildflower in a class all its own!
Be seriously blessed
|Reviewed by Crystal Silver Angel (Reader)
|I agree 100% with Jerry...Xxxx dove|
|Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
|Yes, I would say that you have written the antithesis of "Mother Love," and one that is just as real as the other. It takes a flexible heart and bending brain to go through the daily routine of rasing a family, when, at times, you really would like to be on the fast-track to the nearest moonbeam.|