tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739867245436203929.post4790907175367170117..comments2023-03-21T04:22:00.858-07:00Comments on Written With Brevity: Insect and Soul ~ TankaSusie Clevengerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09239990133754328967noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739867245436203929.post-57415134015510248652020-02-10T08:05:07.234-08:002020-02-10T08:05:07.234-08:00Beautifully doneBeautifully doneAdas Alcovehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18010269533190196240noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739867245436203929.post-89574231984663308122020-02-09T22:55:37.179-08:002020-02-09T22:55:37.179-08:00I like the way the original echoes in your tanka, ...I like the way the original echoes in your tanka, Susie, and the sounds of the cicada are coupled with the line 'stars candle our communion'.Kim M. Russellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16668459794787447606noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739867245436203929.post-42204620377830978332020-02-09T21:07:45.824-08:002020-02-09T21:07:45.824-08:00There were cicadas in New Mexico. Every summer we ...There were cicadas in New Mexico. Every summer we would hear them. I'm dreadfully insectophobic, but I didn't mind them. They were big, slow-moving things that kept to themselves rather than flying at people like some insects have a tendency to do. Ornery Owl of Naughty Netherworld Press and Readers Roost https://www.blogger.com/profile/07596105116325246476noreply@blogger.com