She asked me
to take her portrait.
She drew the whole wall
with a ballpoint pen.
I never told her
how good she was.
I have regretted that.
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Author: Renee Newlon
I am a Turkish American writer and photographer. I work in short-form prose, poetic fragments, and photography. I don’t photograph the event; I photograph the moment after the event. A few things that stay with me: Plato’s Cave, Oberg’s Culture Shock, and Beethoven’s Ever thine. Ever mine. Ever ours. My greatest teacher was my college philosophy professor, Sister Jane Sullivan, who taught me how to think and how to see.
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Beautiful shot
May I ask what happened to her?
Our paths only crossed for a summer.
Her work is magnificent. But something about this presses on my heart. For you. prayers, friend