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Read MoreFeelings Carefully Prepared it's the raw fish of living clumps of seaweed stifling the tincture of happiness we swim without fins a delicacy for some a romance for the persnickety upstream, salmon fly we use chopsticks for arms to hold each other in fluent sway and yet we are still stanzas away from a sushi satisfaction the...
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Thank you for your kind review, Richard.
j.
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I’ve read through this so many times and I have now somehow managed to lose count of the various ways in which I have so far managed to interpret it .. Indeed, such variances can only be satisfactorily juxtaposed against the vibrant backcloth of human relationships that I know from both personal and professional experience to exist .. You have such a unique way with words Jacob it has the JEC stamp running all the way through it .. Neville
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Thank you for your very kind review, Neville. I am so pleased to see that many of our WC family have found a new home, and a comfortable one at that.
j.
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Read MoreDressed in blue overalls and stout boots, socks turned over their knotted bows, she walked slowly, looking at not only the shrubs and flowers but three much loved maples. Their places in the garden had been carefully chosen as...
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I guess you won’t be surprised to know that I envisioned you walking in that garden, and not someone fictitious. I see there is beauty here, but also a bit of sadness. Maybe it’s because I suspect the knife’s owner might not still be with us… or that flower being the last.
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Read MoreIgnoring the Billboards of Morality the impasse of logic when the bypass is tragic the psychotic foresees the victim hiding within the trees of fate cornered seen in peripheral vision too late the little ones grew as the lewd troll eschewed the traffic with no stop lights no signs of stoppage just those of yielding to what's coming from the right in dead of...
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I get the driver ignored what was happening on the side of the road in the woods? Interesting piece
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Lately, haven’t been able to help getting political, with this crazy climate. Thank you, Fia.
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Brilliantly laid, Jacob,
It’s gone wayyy too far when one’s political views are taken so seriously by the opposing radical factions that they’ll get ya killed.
It couldn’t have been put better than V1.I love the Freestyle work, and really dig your title … the voice of present day, and enduring past’s as-well. There’s nothing new about crazy people.
It’s hard to say thanks to this, My Friend, but poetically speaking, I wholeheartedly do! ⁓ Richard🖌
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It is such a travesty, all that is going on now in the world and in the world of political climate.
I am so disheartened.
But thank you for your kind review.
j.
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Read MoreOkay, Renee, The next shot is the whiskey shot. And I’m telling you, I’m feeling the waves of danger rolling off him over here.” Elene said. Looking over her shoulder at him.“ Your feeling the waves?” I said, smiling...
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Beautifully penned, Fia. Sorry, it took me a bit to get to read this. Excellent storytelling my friend, you are truly amazing, cuz. Appreciate you.
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Thank you for even reading my work. Never rush cuz, we are good
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The King of Metaphor,
jacob, I’ve often marveled at the unique originality of your stunning analogical imagery … this piece is overflowing with this brilliance.
I mean, who else would/could have come up with such a title that morphs from raw fish into emotional human vibrance, with but a few strokes of a ultra-creative, skilled pen?
How slippery relationships can all too often be, or become, just like this poem.
I really got a knowing smile outta this’n … thanks, Jacob! ⁓ Richard🖌