Chère K.,
Hope this finds you well.

In a burst of connection with the internet, I reread your 4 recent poems with a lot of pleasure.
And (surprise, surprise) here’s another gem.

I love it a lot and the artwork as well. Veggie proof! There’s a lot possible without suffering from animals.
People are animals too?
Hmmmm…..

Warmest greetings, as always, Gus

Feels like old times seeing you again Kx

Boy, have I missed your writing and you. Feels like eons…

Well you didn’t disappoint, my hunger is rising and your picture, well you always know how to stir the pot, maybe you’ll let me lick it clean !

BIG LIKE

RL AWARD if they had RL’s

That is cooking. Oven is hot over here.

It’s always a pleasure and experience to read you.

Passionately penned, Kristina. This was piping hot straight from the oven. A sweet and gooey concoction indeed. Deliciously written my friend, excellent write. Appreciate you.

Damian

Loved the sexiness of this piece.

How did I miss this Krispie slice of sensual fruit pie? You remain an orchard of midnight promise. Glad you are still quill’ing an’ all.

A delicious write! As always.
I would love some honey in milk
Or milk in the honey. “)

Haunted by passion and intimacy gone cold and pallid. I can relate. The question is, how do you reignite a fizzled star.

Always a pleasure
Clay

Its quite painful to be in a relationship when libidos get out of sync.
You’ve captured it perfectly in this piece.
I haven’t found a fix …. hope you are more successful.
😘🙏

It’s a sad story as old as time itself. I’m sure at some time in the past cavemen through their cavewomen out into the mud, and space alien women are floating in space because they didn’t clean the dashboard of the UFO controls good enough. 🙂

This really captures the ache of a love that feels distant while still sharing the same space. “How did we die? / Laying in this bed.” says so much with so few words.

Powerfully penned, Fia. I felt the ache in your words my friend, excellent write. Appreciate you, cuz.

Damian

Painful, tragic, brilliantly told in this piece. Great!!

Over sometimes long before it is declared over. No winners. A tie in last place. A slow painful death of a relationship…

I think I’ve been in that bed–or one very similar. You express very well the cold shoulder of love collapsing. I wish love potions were real.

Fia, this is a heartbreakingly powerful poem. This poem about what happens when one partner in a relationship lets go is such a real human experience that you put into words the burned across the page.

John

How sad that all things must change. I can relate in some ways just walking out my front door and seeing rows of houses where once woods where we played sat. All my childhood friends left when they heard of other boroughs moving in. They were right. I can imagine how hard it must be for you to go back and see a different world, one not so loving.

This poem is full of gentle nostalgia – the raspberries, the cows, the hills all bring the past vividly to life. It’s quietly profound, and I could almost step into that memory myself. Beautifully done, j

Phenomenally penned, Jacob. Love the nostalgic flavor, and the memories in a small corner of a past universe. Excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

Some say you should never go back. Not me, I am a great one for nostalgia. Things change, not always for the better, but memories last a lifetime. Fabulous poem and your latest book title too. I love our bovine friends. Can remember walking through meadows myself as a child.

Chris

Oh yeah, everyday life can suck badly sometimes! The more valuable it is to have someone at your side who is well balanced and reminds you that getting upset about small things is only waste of time and energy. We can’t change them anyway. Much more important is to focus on the things that are really meaningful to you and that you can have impact on!

I concur with Sappho, and hope everyone has (or finds) someone that keeps them grounded in this way. Awesome write, my friend!

Clay

Sounds like you found that rare individual who grounds you. I have one of those too. The world is getting harder to find center in. Everything feels poised to set us off. Finding that pin-point of calm in all that is a treasure. Beautifully written, my friend