It’s not typical to find the reason for the title of a novel to be uncovered in the last sentence of the book. The beginning sequence alludes to what the reader has to expect, but it doesn’t feel right throughout the progression of present and past events. A family deceased found under the shade of a tree. Was it suicide and murder, or an unfortunate accident? But what happened to the baby? An empty wicker basket found hung from a limb. A massive community search came up empty. The customary ending usually ends with the baby being saved. But this novel doesn’t follow a normal pattern. Characters: can we trust them? Are they likable? manipulative? unsound? Where do they fit in the story? The narrator keeps the reader guessing. Jess, the protagonist, finds what she is looking for, her home, which is not what she thought her grandmother was, but her previously estranged mother. Morten’s characters are fully developed by the end of the novel. The reader knows who is who, but how the Turner family died is still a guess.
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Wednesday, July 3, 2024
Monday, November 13, 2023
Bruja
The cabello faced bruja trailed mi Papá from Aqua Calientes, Aqua Calientes, Mexico. “I’m coming for you.” (Buahahaha!!!!!)
Golden Ticket
I’ve got a golden ticket
See what I can buy
I’ve got a golden ticket
Marbles or malt balls, I will try
You’ve won the golden ticket
Won’t you paste it on your wall
Some say you win the golden ticket
to get the grandest prize of all
Don’t give up your golden ticket
Or put it in the trash
Where’s your golden ticket
Did you exchange it for cash
I will share my golden ticket
Buy rubber balls in a jar
With my golden ticket
I’ll share tiny orb’s near and far
Lost In My Dream
Familiar place
So much has changed
Too much has changed
Nothing was as I remembered
Spent half an hour exchanging emoji’s with my friend
Well she sent them
I replied trying to be witty
When does this end
The leg in a cast again
Emoji dungeon
Clawing at the walls
I tried so hard to get home
Had someone else’s phone
Couldn’t figure it out
Trying for good directions
In real life lost in paradise
I’m so helpless
In my dream confused
Can’t even follow my mother
home
Wednesday, July 5, 2023
Laughter
Released to the wind
Vibrant leaves scattered across the the descending lane
Trees left bare
Along the path occasional branches withered
Dying from the lack of nourishing nutrients
Water spared in times of torrid weather
What can be done
For the return of full fiery autumn dressed in it’s finery
Of this feelings of helplessness Righting a wrong upon the now desert earth.
Visions of burning bushes
Now dormant
Yearning for the alive and kicking tip toe of leaves released
Windy sounds of
Laughter
01-02-2023
Contemplation
I want to be alone
I don’t want to be alone
Working on not isolating
I ventured forth to the community breakfast.
I knew I was hungry because I didn’t eat dinner last night.
Joy in food I wanted to eat.
Little kids everywhere.
Sitting next to the Christmas tree Still listening to the carols
It’s the second day of the year and a legal holiday.
The post office needs a break.
Unsettled feelings
Like my reset button got stuck
I want to get to the cover of my room
Like Frosty I fear I might melt
Taking a breath
I shall move on
From the happy people
To find my happiness on my own
I want to be alone
I don’t want to be alone