Yeah, there are times when writing feels stagnant, but without it our expressions would never be able to leak through our pens (or typewriters). 🙂

Thanks, Tim.

You are my first review…YaY.

This seems like a good site. I am trying to upload a pic, but the profile page kicks me out.

Hello Jacob. Cool piece. Love your honesty & creativity here.

Thank you for your kind words, Visions.
j.

As ever you find a way of offering a fixated thought or truth and nothing but. Here you have a way of running a contest with self, using your words to create a marvel or dish the dirt on your much used personal alphabet! Read twice, could hear your voice – wondering if you’d allow me a B+ for this review?

No, Em. I would not. I think A+ for the very kind words you impart on my writes.
I am glad we all are finding a new home here.
j.

I wrote to him and politely told him my thoughts: mainly that he might never been trusted again! No rushed response – of course. Have been told that there might collective act against his duplicity and such. Would willingly say what I think. Having been with the site for so many years I can’t even remember how many over a dozen!
Was such a fine site in the once upon a time, jacob. Why on earth could he not have shared with us. If lack of funds, maybe we might have paid a soupcon of pennies every season?

To be honest I feel a little lost at the moment. Must admit that this site seems to be pretty darned fine! Still trying to work things out however! Am on the Helpline too, so having to come and go . Began it late so only a few more minutes and I can zzzzzz and smile a yawn!

Is so good to exchange with a friend, sir. 🙂

Brilliance Brenda. You’re a magnificent poet my friend. Spellbound!!! xoxo

Wistufl, whimsical and a conflict of emotions battling within this stunning piece. The imagery is on full throttle.
j.

Sort of like a dissention among the ranks vibe. This does have a witchy, almost horror scented feel to it. Nice!

Don’t know where my fingers went, Crimsin. I meant “wistful”—getting jumbled in my old age.
j.

hello beautiful Willow this is full of clever verses creating so much feeling ❤

This poem envelops me in its grip.
Sadness, shame, discord…I feel this way sometimes…jokes won’t humor me, pleasantries are the opposite of what I need.
Really strong, strong write.
j.

Powerfully penned, Willow. Into the book it belongs! Excellent write my friend, I felt this one. Appreciate you.

Damian

Superb work.

Amazing, Willow. You keep impressing me with lines like, “slicing pieces off yesterday to feed me.” So strong and beautiful simultaneously. Keep it up. Please. And thanks for the audio version; you know I can’t help but gravitate to that. It is so well done.

What an amazing and truthful piece. This word is fucked! Brilliance is written all over this piece. Great work my friend.

Wow, what great metaphor in this.
The state of politics and the state of journalism.
And we fall for it all and go after the bait and get caught in the net of despair and anger.
Really strong writing…telling it like it is, reminds me of The Beats.
j.

Brilliantly penned, PAR. Into the book it belongs! Excellent write my friend, next level amazing. Appreciate you.

Damian

‘The networks cast shiny bait, baits of likes, likes, promises.
And we, shoals of scattered attention, dance to the beat of their haste.

Coherence? An extinct luxury, like fossils of ethics in digital museums.
Everything is fragment, everything is instant, in a feed that never returns.

Time is no longer a line—it is a loop, an eternal scroll, without digestion.
Thinking has become an obsolete gesture, feeling, a notification.’

Today’s essential thought, set within thinking out of the normal box – forever welcome. Focus on the might be will.. the other has had its day – perhaps?