Sometimes this window is how I feel when communicating with my friends via the internets. I can almost see and touch them, but not quite, yet their pixels still vibrate in my heart. And I know mine vibrate in theirs too. It makes me sad if I lose a friend I’ve met online. I care about people. I know the people on the other end of the keyboard, on the other side of those distant windows, care about me too.
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Christine Swint’s poems have appeared in Calyx, Birmingham Poetry Review, Slant, a Journal of Poetry, Tampa Review, Heron Tree, Ekphrasis, and others. Her poems have been nominated for the Pushcart Prize, Best of the Net, and Best New Poets, and she has won first place prizes from the Georgia Poetry Society and Agnes Scott College. Her first collection, Swimming This, was published in 2015 by FutureCycle Press. She teaches first-year composition at a metro-Atlanta university and writes about poetry, art, hiking, and yoga at Balanced on the Edge, https://balancedonedge.blog
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7 thoughts on “so many windows, by postcards from Italy”
I send sunshine.
Hello~ I know what you mean. I’ve become quite fond of many myself, you included. I would be sad too if I lost one I was close to because I get attached easily. My hope is to continue learning about my blog friends and that someday I could meet a few in person. I hope I haven’t rambled much. Sending you hugs from Kentucky. Hope all is well. Have a great day.
Hey, the sun is shining in ATL again,both literally and figuratively. Thanks, friends.
I’d love to meet any of you IRL.
Okay, time to throw a stark raving mad Blogger-party, I think. Who’s game??
Love your blog, Christine. I’m hunting for the link to “follow” this blog.
And hey, pretty soon I get to meet Michelle…….10 weeks and counting!!!!
Hi, Christine. I feel the same way about you, too. I feel like I’d know you if I saw you on a crowded street. Maybe not, but it feels that way. Hugs to you, my friend.