I’ve missed reading your introspective heart. Beautiful as always.

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

Damian

Cleverly penned, Fia. Excellent write my friend, I always enjoy your amazing storytelling. Appreciate you, cuz.

Damian

Fantastic. Love it, Fia.

Why not just flush Maurice?? Get rid of the non team player! maybe he can go rule the sewers or something, LOL.
I’m just being logical! Or put his ass with a male Beta (Japanese Fighting fish). No more Maurice!

Chère F.,
I’d love it if this would find you mellow and at ease, just before the weekend.

I’ve read your poem and I don’t understand it.
blunt Dutch analysis.
But I love the kiss by Brancusi (singer museum Leiden the Netherlands) without understanding too.
I love some of Rothko’s work too.

Understanding isn’t always about what you/I can grasp at any time!
I love this write of yours and I think it’s raking me a little more time.

So:
Please be patient with me!
I’ll be back, I promise! Have a very nice weekend…..
Warm Waving from a distance, Gus

Cook Maurice and have him as an appetizer. He’d be with you forever. Great story Fia.

This starts playful but slowly tightens into something darker.
Power and cruelty don’t need much space to show themselves.

Clean slate works also. Lol

I think you’ll need to build a little underwater jail and keep Maurice there as punishment.
This was great, yes it’s frustrating that your fishes kept dying but I love how you told this story not just as the observer but almost like a deity that you had power but they kept dying on you while you weren’t looking.
Awesome work.

Silence in itself can be scary for those who need the noice to comfort them.

Thanks for reading and commenting.
Silence is as powerful as explosions.
Regards James

The repetition works like a drumbeat you can’t escape.
Silence becomes the loudest violence here.

Powerfully penned, Brenda. Excellent write my friend, it always helps knowing someone understands and has our back. Appreciate you.

Damian

Chère C.,
In the Netherlands, we believe that everyone has ‘een rugzakje’. A backpack, but the addition of ‘je’ can’t be translated as far as I know. It’s there to indicate that sometimes it’s heavy and sometimes less. If I make any sense.

In this rugzakje we all carry things from present and past (mostly).
The thing for others, is to accept other rugzakjes too. I hear what you say, and at the same time I know that there will be more people who will support and embrace you.

The days will be getting longer. I hope that more hours of light will strengthen you.

Warm regards, Gus

A great piece written for your husband. Nicely executed!

As always we read the piece first, then wondered what it would sound like. You never disappoint Lady, this is tight, that first stanza screams

Epically penned, Drieks. Excellent lyrics with a powerful message and being a rock/metal guy I love the arrangement. Nicely done my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

I’m truly blown away by this.

I’m reading it as I’m listening to the audio clip.

This is a talented piece of art.

So articulate in its own way. I love it! x