What do you suppose is the ORGAN where DOUBT resides? The lungs, where we gasp or hold our breath? Perhaps it lives in a TOOTH – those front teeth where we take a first tentative bite of an apple. Or could an experience like uncertainty reside in a hand, where we struggle to grasp a TOPIC. If so, could we use a TOWEL to be decisive and wipe away any hesitations?

Georg’ann

Fingers stroke the pages
As a continuous CHAIN
of words hold me captive.
Both engaged in the story,
and enchanted with the poetry
of the PROSE. MODEL writing
too rare, precious when discovered.
Even the rendering of a TOWEL
makes my skin long to be wrapped
in such threads of cotton.

Heather