LOL good for each other but not good for anyone else. Nice piece.

Brilliantly penned, Nick. Love the rhythmic flow in your words. It has a very lyrical feel. I could flow to the beat in my head easily. Fantastic write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

Passionately penned, Nick. Great write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

Yes. But I’m not great at interviews haha. “The Big Guy never gave up on me, and I was pretty disrespectful”. Me and him have a complicated relationship as well haha. Your writes are raw and real. It reminds me of DUP. I wish some of my friends would follow, but I think many moved on unfortunately.

That makes it more interesting, Mary. lol. I didn’t know where, Keith, would go. It was easy, I just didn’t know if we’d go off the rails or not. It made it interesting. It takes two to dance, and I let the guest lead. I introduce the show, and end the show. The middle is a dance.. I think you’ll be great. I’ll be in contact. Appreciate you.

Damian

Damian, my hat’s off to you, this wasn’t just a “write,” it was a raw, soul-baring, riff-heavy tribute to resilience, friendship, and finding meaning in the noise. There’s something deeply moving about the honesty with which you lay out your scars and triumphs. “SpotLight” isn’t just an interview series—it’s a living archive of mutual respect, evolution, and creative rebirth. And that origin story? Hits with the weight of a good blues track at 2 a.m.—melancholy, honest, and strangely hopeful.
You’ve built something rare. Not just a format, but a community that believes in rising together. From your connection with Fia to the poetic rhythm of Pete_25, Duende’s rock-n-roll spirit, Keith’s cinematic swagger, Willow’s fiery kinship, and PAR’s versatile verbosity, it’s clear each voice helped re-light yours. You’ve turned vulnerability into power and humility into leadership. That’s what makes SpotLight burn with authenticity—and why people don’t just watch, they feel it.
Enjoy those father-son days, they’re their own kind of story waiting to be lived. And when you drop the next SpotLight, you know your people will be waiting with open arms and eager ears.

Until then: peace, respect, and a standing ovation! Rock on, DeadLove.

Thanks so much, PAR. That means a lot to me my friend, I have the upmost respect for you. And I think it’s important to feel appreciated. That’s why I say it in every comment or post, or which ever audience is listening, I try to make it feel like a community, a safe place to be yourself. Being supportive and encouraging is important to me. I’m in the back nine, of my life. Being a positive influence is what I aspire to be, I’m not chasing anything anymore. I’m where I’m supposed to be, existing in the moment. Appreciate you, PAR.

Damian

Oh hell yeah! Do it!

I took a month off to deal with life shit & missed the hell outta reading & commenting. And getting riled up! It’s gonna take me a hot minute to get caught up but I so look forward to where Spotlight shines next & who it highlights. Warn me before you do a Spotlight on Adira…I wanna make popcorn for that, my friend!

“Silence eats slowly on words never,” said. Damn that is the truth, Nice Damian.

Fantastic

Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Mary. So glad you connected with the write my friend. I have that effect on some women. lol. I talk and they have literally told me it’s too early, my wife still does say it sometimes. lol. You have a great day as well. Appreciate you.

Damian

Not enough time when we are living in the good times. When they are over it makes us feel alone. Great ink.

I swear, time is a traitor & the mind is it’s accomplice. And what we don’t say weighs more than all the memories. You go right ahead on & express yourself at any hour. I get told all the time “it’s too early” for me. I refuse to live on somebody else’s clock. Thats the beautiful thing about poetry…it isn’t on a timer. As always, your words resonate, my friend

Lately, I remember someone that I hadn’t thought of in decades. Or, I see a face in another face and can’t put a name to who they looked like. I’m terrible with faces. I had my mother’s sewing machine after she died. My sister wanted it and told me she was sending her husband to pick it up. I knew Bill. I was at their wedding. He was at family getogethers (mostly funerals but a couple holiday). My doorbell rang and I opened it up. I looked in his eyes and asked, “Can I help you?” Of course his response was, “I’m Bill?” I don’t know where my head was at that day. Good write. I have to try some shorter ones. Mine just runaway on me.