Love it,

Beautiful piece, full of imagery, you write like a friend of our. Believe us this is a very high compliment

Beautifully penned, Kay. Excellent write my friend with amazing storytelling and dazzling imagery. Nicely done. Appreciate you.

Damian

Hi K.,
Since 1964 (I believe), I have a flex disk, LP on the ESP’ label that comes to mind when I read your poem.

Poet Amiri Baraka is no stranger to controversy, and his work with avant-garde jazz band the New York Art Quartet (NYAQ) was no exception.

It was released under a nom de plume Leroy something, but in essence it was free style poetry against the pulsing ‘beat’ of free jazz.
This interaction worked remarkably well.
Perhaps I may suggest you do something like this (your poem against any type of music you prefer)?

Needless to say, I love this poem to bits.
Kind regards, Gus

This is absolutely lovely. A metaphysical bought down to a sublime earthiness
in one the most eloquent and lyrical excerpt of poetic musing I’ve haven’t experienced in a while
You did the damn thing

Much respect

Naaj

Love all of the unapologetic confidence in this! What a freaking write!
Loved it!

Unsettling and very depressing, Dmitry. All those post-apocalyptic stories are horrid in their own way, but this was extra painful as the main characters were kids. Your story reminded me of the movie The Blue Lagoon from 1980. Two teenagers stranded on a deserted island and tried to cope with the situation the best they could. They even had a baby of their own, and at some point they saw no other way out, and decided to end their lives by eating some poisonous berries …

Al

I agree with Al this was unsettling. Well written and conveyed allot not leaving the mind to wonder what happened next.