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Julia Townson·April 7, 2023

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Narcissus

written by: Julia Townson

The early morning air pushes away the heaviness of the night with its light yet floral scent.
The rising sun casts a rosy hue across my body.
I am clothed only in the deliciously fragrant scent of the golden dawn.
Beautiful, floriferous daffodils swaying to and fro in the gentle breeze.
Spicy, yet sweet, with a faint vanillic undertone.
I am sister to Narkissos, handsome young hunter so enamored by his own beauty, that he drowned in a pool of his reflection.
Out of the shadow of his death grew the narcissus flower.
Elegant daffodils adorned with pristine white petals.
The air is suddenly thick and oppressive, weighing heavily on my shoulders.
The sun’s dying rays illuminate the wrinkles, the passage of time has left.
Tears flow freely down my ashen face, echoing loudly as they fall to the ground, forming a pool of shame and of regret.
Drip
Drip
Drip
I am my brother’s sister.

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I'm a mid-fiftyish woman from London, Ontario, Canada with seven adult children. All boys! And a beautiful little granddaughter. I'm passionate about my writing. I just recently started up again and have won two honorable mentions so far. Aside from writing, I love to play piano, do crafts with my granddaughter, go for long walks and read. I've always been thought of as a bit quirky with a zany sense of humour. An attribute that keeps me young. 🙂

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A textbook example of nominative determinism, Lou Storey has always been a storyteller, a fact well illustrated in his art and in his writing. His careers have reflected that as well, first as a creator of idea-based exhibitions for museums, and later as a psychotherapist employing narrative therapies. His art and his writing share qualities of rich texture and detail, examining our capacity to be absurd while allowing a measure of forgiveness for our foibles. Storey and his husband Steve retired in 2021 and moved from New Jersey to Savannah Georgia. “We love everything about Savannah, it is like a city that looks like a park and thinks it’s a small town. Best of all, we can grow bananas in the backyard!”

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