Hauntingly penned, Brenda. A powerful dark write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

My word, you really have entered into the spirit of this most hauntingly chilling time of year .. Bravo & likewise awarded the 🖤 of horror .. Kindest Regards, Neville 😎👍

Well, this makes me think of a fallen angel, caught in the dilemma of righteousness and vengence. By the grace of God, perhaps, yet there is an underlying energy here too. I like the whirlwind of thoughts going on here. I can sense your struggle through your words, quite easily. Well expressed Crimson.

Powerfully penned, Brenda. Excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

Well I don’t think any woman would know what to say after reading THIS, and it surprises me as I read your poetry how much alike we seem to express poetry, love and nature all together in oneness. This is beyond gorgeous… though it paint such a vivid imagery of flesh, but it goes deeper than this, speaking of a higher love as it flows through everything. Outstanding, magnificent and simply Breathtaking… Nirvana and “come as You are” perfect words for such poem… Thank You!

Hi Mary, you swoon and I blush! er… I mean, can I blame it on those blue lips and eye shadow?? er.. there I go blushing again, what the hell!?? What I mean to say is, Thank you for such kind words and always welcomed visits. Curt, backing out the room before he is bopped upside the head. ;0)

I get the distinct feeling I’ve met some of these along the way too .. but fishing always sounds like a good plan to me even on a bad day .. Nice one Thomas .. Neville 😎👍

I can strongly identify with this Thomas.

hello dearest Thomas I too relate to nature more this is great ❤️

Powerfully penned, Thomas. This is an excellent write my friend. I can relate! Appreciate you.

Damian

The Dead, strange folk, very strange. They have this vacant smile, glassy eyes and have these “tracks” they want to give me. They are everywhere. I think we should be afraid, very afraid cause now they are in the seats of power and want more. I went fishing the other day, and the fish I caught, 28 inch trout, tried to hand me a tract. Isn’t it funny how what dead people want to “eat” is your brain. They’re everywhere I tell ya, everywhere.
er…. sorry Thomas, I kinda got carried away thinking about your poem and Dead people. But I have to admit, I was looking over my shoulder as I read.

A 5 snaps, and 2 hell yes, poem. Thanks Thomas!

Curt

Love this. To the point and I know what you mean. Well said.

I wonder what it is that makes them think they’re alive. I haven’t been fishing since I was 4, but I do love my tent time. Brilliant write

Thank you. You’re the best. I just put up a new video.

Yes, I feel these words.
Fishing and cooking your catch on an open fire is one of great pleasures in life.
Regards
James

Thanks

Thank you.

Can’t comment on your work so here it is, it’s exquisite and I enjoy reading about how you write on trauma. Bravo!