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Hannah Dunscombe is a painter, portrait artist, and aspiring graphic novelist based in Mansfield, MA.
Remembering Ivy
Whenever Ivy heard a noise that might be related to food, she perked up.
It could be the fridge door opening, or the crinkle of packaging, or even the sound of tablets rattling in a vitamin bottle.
She would pop out of her enclosure, ears alert, nose pointed upward to detect the scent of appetizing food, eyes eager for some confirmation of her suspicion, teeth chattering excitedly.
These would also be accompanied by the classic guinea pig sounds of anticipation: a hopeful "brweep! brweep! beweep!" and the metallic drumming sound of teeth gnawing on the bars of her enclosure.
Saying goodbye to our beloved Ivy
Yesterday was one of the hardest days I've ever had. Ivy has been my friend since 2016. She was there for me when Archie died in 2019, only months before the pandemic started. I never once felt lonely over two years of working from home and then studying from home while my partner was out working each day. She comforted me while he was ill and quarantining for weeks in another room, helped me adjust to moving from an apartment we had lived in for eight years, and celebrated with us when we got engaged…
Snow night
The seismic rumble of a plow
vibrating the china plates and teacups,
slicing and quaking through the snow,
plucking out fresh potholes
and enclosing mouths of driveways
in sugary embankments.