Powerfully penned, Brenda. Your words hit with the might of a sledgehammer my friend. Excellent write. Appreciate you.

Damian

Powerful work. Vivid and sharp.

This shows your talent as a writer and very good.

hello dearest poet this was from a time in my life I was taking about twenty sleeping pills at a time not realizing that could kill me as I was writing this I thought I would never kill myself intentionally but then I remembered my behavior and how a lot of famous people who have died unitentionally it was sobering thank you for being thoughtful ❤️

you are rude and thoughtless…

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

Damian

Chère C.,
You hit hard.
And every blow a hit.
Don’t know which source you are getting from.
Seems like I’ll never tire of it.
Warm regards, Gus

There is a way you have of taking us inside, where we see and feel what you’re expressing. Not to the depth you do, I’m sure, but this one is potent. Beautifully aching. I can feel the pressure of the words trying to escape the heart, the chest 🧡

Well now, this is superb. Probably one of my favs of yours now. I’m interested in what inspired it. It has a great deal of weight being shifted from line to line, as if you can’t settle it in one spot. A heaviness lingering, perhaps.
Well done, Crims.

I love abandoned buildings and urbex, places that have personality & soul. It really makes you think about all the stories and feelings that haunt those rooms long settled into stillness and the quiet noise of slow decay, so much like those old folks now mostly forgotten.

Fantastic, and abandoned. Excellent.

Powerful work. Vivid and sharp.

Powerfully penned, Willow. Excellent write my friend, your choice in accompaniment fit your words nicely. You have an ear for it in fact. Nicely done as always. I dig this a lot. Appreciate you.

Damian

Art at its best. We’re lucky to have you here Willow.

Now it matches you. 🙏💖

Willow, I hardly know what to say. It is a great honor to have something named for me. I am doubly pleased that it is a decaying old thing which — no, this is not an insult!– that it creaks, with unspoken stories and strangely unseen secrets; the wind does whistle through my cracked windows, my friend, and curiosity still burns with undying heat. another story is always waiting. Yes, you couldn’t have painted a better picture of me with a camera. Thank you for this lovely, lovely gift!
FD

Beautifully penned, Brenda. Such an amazing tribute my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

Really sad piece and we could see this while reading, Sad Lady