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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 MoreThere is a Cheyenne word for the act of preparing the mouth to speak like the moment cloud guts open above plains, before damnation floods Hinged, beneath the softest decibels Alzheimer smiles prevented our lips from moving Our hearts stopped for one thousandth of a second, sisters...
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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.
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I genuflect to the beautiful reply and inherent kindness. Heartfelt thanks Roma. Never really been able to articulate losing them in the same week. There was a joint funeral and I was tasked with supplying the epitaph and music. They travelled to ash to the disco thrum of Abba! Mum would have loved that.
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Read MoreBallerinas of glassdiamond scatter upon kitchen floor Bottles sink from handsas submarines failing to find home At the hospice karaokeinvitations to dance die like whisperswithin photograph framesbeside the coldest beds Mindy McCready tribute actlocked drunk jaw to the theatreat end of furthest...
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Sounds like her mind was all over the place and things got out of hand
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my scribbles often jag around like a crap jigsaw puzzle. the mindy stanza is just illustrative of troubled music souls. melissa was just an exploitative douche (i was 24, she was 40) and she played me like a guitar.
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Third stanza is amazing. Hospice Karaoke to me is representative of the routines folks get into before they pass when they are at those facilities. It is a reminder of how life is already gone before it actually is.
Your jigsaw puzzles are quite creative and fun to try to put together.
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I’m pleased you find some creativity within the puzzles. Pleasure to meet you J.
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Pleasure to meet you, Ghosteen. I am a transplant from WC, was on that since 2008.
I am liking it here so far, and getting some inspiration to start banging the keys again.
j.
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If our minds rust…pieces will fall away…memories might be gone and that could be sometimes a good thing and at others a bad thing.
I felt the emotion here…you lent it to me while I was reading.
j.
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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.
j.
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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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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🖌