Aww, to have that smell linger in your mind. Good write

Powerfully penned, Thomas. Being an alcoholic has levels and rabbit holes, only problem is trying to navigate through the quicksand that one is slowly sinking in. Excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

I never had a desire to drink but my mother did. I guess some people are prone to addictions then others. This is a gritty down and out poem, but always interesting when coming from your pen, Thomas.

Real, raw, treacherous, daring. Awesome!! Love this piece!

Thank you, Tim.

Thank heaven for that marriage between the sun and that trash .. Write on brother .. Neville 😎👍

Thanks, my friend.

Always a pleasure to read your poetry. Tight rhyming, well done Damian.

Superb poet you are, Damian. Love your work. Bravo!

Daniel

”It’s for the love of the write I’m still here”

I can vibe a whole poem to this alone, my bro
It all resonates with me.

Much respect

Naaj

That last stanza Damian took home for me. Nice

This is such a powerhouse of writing. That last stanza seriously resonated with me. Especially that last freaking line. Mic drop, my friend

I love watching a good storm roll in but I have never fully subscribed to the “go try and spot the tornado” mentality. I have too much respect for those storms to want to watch that happen in real time. I’ll settle for seeing that through my cameras.
Right before a thunderstorm starts though and the wind is picking up. That’s ideal to stand in the middle of.

Powerfully penned, Willow. Storm watching huh? I can’t remember the last time I did that. lol. Excellent write my friend, glad you’re ok, nature does know how to put on a show. Appreciate you.

Damian

Tremendous work. Vivid and sharp.

We get the occasional blizzard too. Though nothing like you northerners get. Mostly we get icicles on our ass, & wild thunderstorms. They’re speculating we caught the trailing edge of a tornado this time. Lucky, we were very lucky. Thanks girl