What a story. I like the banter back and forth between them and how she actually listened to the old man when he talked. The conversation about brings loved one’s back is one I find interesting because would they want to come back to this world in the state it is in? Welcome to Stars Rite

Powerfully penned, D. Excellent storytelling my friend. Welcome to Stars Rite. Appreciate you.

Damian

Interest concept for a short story. The search for immortality in technology. It’s right around the corner which makes this write right on time! Enjoyed the read.

My finance very much wants to have his consciousness downloaded and saved. I’m not so sure. Lol

Beautifully penned, Brenda. This is an amazingly passionate write my friend. Nicely done. Appreciate you.

Damian

Simply beautiful, Brenda. Harriet-Jacqui xx

Haunting imagery, Harriet-Jacqui. They once showed images from somewhere in Africa, MOUNTAINS of stinking rubbish the French dumped there. And each year those mountains grow bigger. It’s awful people there have to live like that, with no possibility of somehow reducing that pile, as there are no waste burning factories in that place.
Beautiful poem.

Al

This is deep and takes the mind to a place that makes you ponder what we are witnessing today, could it be avoided if we just remembered past events instead of letting it just fade into the back ground

Tight rhymes, amigo. Sing your songs, even silently. They still hit.

hello dearest Damian this made me sad the horde is so ficke my friend I feel you ❤️

Well damn. This reads like a whiskey bottle that learned to rhyme. I can practically hear the guitar echoing off brick walls. You really said, “Let’s take a road trip with regret,” and made it sound cool. Brooding in the best way. I’m into it.

A beautifully chaotic board, fitting for a poem about drifting identities, inner shadows, and the erosion of meaning. You’ve written something that feels like a road‑worn blues song fused with psychological noir.

Cool piece. Dark, intelligent & moving.

I got the feel of a New York City late night blues while reading this excerpt of a journey.
C Train, getting off at W 4th St, an urban couple getting frisky and fussy in public, a homeless man marking his territory,
a rat scurrying beneath the 3rd rail as the lone guitarist curates those city blues.

Straight diggin this vibe, D

Much respect

Naaj

“Dark passenger”…now that’s a concept i like to delve into very much. Relating to this wholeheartedly. Maybe a tad too much lol.

I don’t know where this one took others, and I’m refusing to check yet. But to me, this reads as those who are watching evil taking the stage and are documenting what they see. It reminds me of a name much in the news these days, and the vile things perpetrated and orchestrated by him. But that one man couldn’t have done any of those things without a lot of collaboration from a lot of others. Many of whom are currently destroying our world. The blues in the shadows fits this vibe so perfectly. And regardless where it takes people, it takes us, my friend

Brilliantly penned, Thomas. Into the book it belongs! Excellent write with incredible storytelling and amazing imagery my friend. Dig the jazz references and the mention of Coltrane & Parker along with your use of chess terminology. Nicely done. Appreciate you.

Damian

Thanks, my friend.

There are so many layers to this. It’s almost a sultry piece of music accompanied by chess…not the other way around. This is definitely a multiple read piece 😊

tHANK YOU