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Read MoreOn a canvasfading to darkness a figure of a stick carved in stonea portrait of a mannow turned to dust
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Thank you, M.E.
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Thank you.
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Read MoreHating writing? But having felt great about writing? What is the secret? You just have to bleed into the page, no matter if it’s good or not good enough! Write like the ice rain in winter… tapping the window panes hard...
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“Tap the window panes hard”–yes, it seems the only way to get one to notice poetry. Not the favorite genre of so many…
They seem not to want to work a little to find something of value in the words.
I really like this…Daniel.
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Yes, the secret to writing is simply to do it.
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Watching is good but being caught is better.
Terrific succinct and titillating piece.
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Thank you, Peter! Grateful for your reading!
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Read MoreSifting through my archeologyas the soil shifts with an ayemeasured, charted, and suturedburying the bones with a pickaxebleeding into the ground
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I have thoughts, doubts, longings to figure out exactly where my artistic side came from…no poets in our family tree…if there were, they all fell out centuries ago.
Nice write.
You make us question ourselves.
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Thank you.
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Lives come and go, some invisible, some sadly hiding in the nowhere found easily. But, even more live on in special places made by self-made dig-deep offerings – OR, are globally awarded in forever continuity.
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Thank you.
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It reads like whirlwind romance tangled up in finer details. “Fingers playing ivories towards my laughter” carries a poetic notion within the telling of story and fantastic reality. He’s a lucky man to have you and you’re lucky to have this strange man in return! Compellingly positive….
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What a generous and understanding review, Benjamin Scraps. Thank you so very much. I was quite pleased with the quote you mention!
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Joy,
You know, live wears many different costumes, and is a quick-change artist, too. In the sensory overload of 21st century life, it seems an impossibility to stop long enough to see anything, really. When was the last time you knew of a new “painted lady house?” No, todays houses are all little boxes because no one has the time for beauty, any more.
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Vol, many thanks for your detailed response, it is much appreciated. I love butterflies, consequently provide for them and winged everything, best as possibly can. Have added cool areas virtually N.S.E and West on my land. As a garden designer and keen environmentalist, I aim to protect rather than harm or hurt any living creature.
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It is refreshing to see new “voices” in here. Yours is quite entertaining and I like how it isn’t routine anything. I read a few of your writes, to get an idea of what the author is about. You’re top notch.
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Many thank yous for such a generous review, truly mean that. Must admit, I write as I think – randomly! Obviously a little editing is done but probably not enough – but I try.
The topnotch will do very nicely and is much appreciated. But, the pressure’s on now!!! 🙂
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A thought-provoking piece. It reminds me of mortality of men. As a momento mori. Well done Adagio! “)