I have done a fair amount of cursing in my day, Fia.
But the muse turns a blind ear.
j.

Sometimes it feels like certain people are drawn into your life for different reasons, not always for communication or connection, but for maybe even deeper philosophical meanings than even those can provide (I recommend all the Stoics, of course) It always pays to patient…and observant. Good form and thoughtfulness.

Brilliantly penned, Fia. Always dig your musings my friend. Appreciate you, cuz.

Damian

Thank you ;))

A very striking and succinct piece. A fire burns in these verses.
Regards James

Your writing always conveys your emotions very precisely, emotionally. I mean this: many thanks for sharing what appear to be deep, deep feelings. Can only hope that time will lessen the pain felt as soon as can, Fia.

This felt like a travelling within the mind and being trapped.
j.

Ok.

The plants get the therapy, while the speaker goes deeper into that technology pit of despair.
j.

A haunting, beautifully layered meditation on loss, memory, and ritual. The imagery is vivid and intimate, moving effortlessly between grief, remembrance, and fleeting moments of connection. The poem lingers like smoke, both tender and unflinching.