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Ms. Kennedy is obviously an intellect, a free-thinking individual,
an artist who uses both words and pictures as her voice, and-above
all-she is a unique storyteller. These stories are passionate,
sensual, intriguing, and mysterious but, in my opinion, the author
saved the best for last. The Holding Pen, a story from which the
title of this book obviously evolved, is definitely a modern-day
story; however, the messages conveyed are eternal-ones that have
spanned generations. Who wants to be in The Holding Pen? The
Holding Pen-A Collection of Unusual Love Prose is meant to be a
"keeper." It is a classic, not soon to be forgotten! -- Bettie
Corbin Tucker For IP Book Reviewers
Ms. Kennedy is obviously an intellect, a free-thinking individual,
an artist who uses both words and pictures as her voice, and-above
all-she is a unique storyteller. These stories are passionate,
sensual, intriguing, and mysterious but, in my opinion, the author
saved the best for last. The Holding Pen, a story from which the
title of this book obviously evolved, is definitely a modern-day
story; however, the messages conveyed are eternal-ones that have
spanned generations. Who wants to be in The Holding Pen? The
Holding Pen-A Collection of Unusual Love Prose is meant to be a
"keeper." It is a classic, not soon to be forgotten! -- Bettie
Corbin Tucker For IP Book Reviewers
You build your world around someone, and then what happens when
they disappear? Where do you go-into pieces, into atoms, do you fly
blindly into the arms of another man? You go shopping; you go to
the movies, and art galleries, to a friend's home for dinner. You
work odd hours. Do you make love to someone else? Someone you
hardly know? Consider the hours, the days spent in this room,
imagining myself to be the vase on the window ledge, the chair
sheltering cautiously under the desk, to be the sulfur head of an
exploding match, the shattered lead ripped out of the broken pencil
on the floor. If you squint your eyes, you think you see him again,
but he's never there. It's only his spirit, a memory, that's what's
there under the bed when you kiss someone else. It's in your coffee
cup, in your bath water, in your tears. And it will always make you
cry. Unfinished business always comes back to haunt you, and a man
who swears he'll love you forever isn't finished with you until
he's done.
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