It would seem a good place to sleep and not be bothered.
j.

Are you on your way to the shore for the last dip?

Fia,
I’m seventy-six years old and every one of us is headed to the same shore, I just hope the fish are biting…
Vol

Your writing always hits THE spot, Vol. Age or not, you have the sensitivity and expertise to find the right words every time you put quill to vellum! You never fail to bring emotion, guidance or humour, life experience to your writing. So and thus, dear sir, no finishing from you, please. If needs must, write fewer words but never stop.. I.. we.. all need you to keep moving, even if a little slower. Disagreeing with me is not an option 🙂

You are much admired by this amaretto soul. Remember, age is a matter of mind – if you don’t mind, it doesn’t matter. I echo Emma’s words. The emotion and humor you bring to an empty page is unparalleled in my book. Take care, my friend. You matter. I care!

Short and sweet — or sweaty. I’ve got to admit, Sam, we were very much alike. Thoughts always moved toward females and food, and the latter would always lose out to the former. I got a good laugh out of the ending. You’re very good at doing that.

Thanks. The story is about half true.

I love it! Like a 1970’s memory or movie! Starring Sammy Dickens as himself. Most of mine are like that unless I experiment a bit. A couple from the dude perspective and a trilogy as a dog.

Thank you so much.

hello dearest poet I paint and write much like you because I have to it is a passion I burn with great write❤

Stop, children, what’s that sound? Everybody look what’s goin’ round.

There are so many reasons to write…I am not exactly sure why I do, I just do. I feel like a conduit
meant to put the words down that come to me…and I have no idea from where they come.
But my pen is my brush…I feel like a Pollack when I write…I just throw the words anywhere they want to go.
And yes, Vol, “we do aim higher than our wings”—
Maybe part of our drive is to write the one great poem that will make us famous, or at least known.
j.

You have always had a way of searching and finding clues that make sense of emotions and what they can do to somebody’s life.. its glorious happiness, its intense admission that being can be lonesome at times.

‘We live in shallow waters, miles from shore
satisfied but afraid of being, afraid of depth.

We always aim higher than our wings’

From start to finish a gentle confession but the finish suggests more – aiming higher is the adventure and eageress of seeing what others tragically miss. Your pen is mightier than most, tis the gold that makes magic, sir.

Am more than ready to review and then offer my thoughts, sir.
‘It is all I can do to not paint
everything red as fire, or yellow as
a bobcat’s eye because the world
might end in Ragnarök after all,
we the people buried under sparkles
of glacial aquamarine, bleak as dreams.’

From start to final word, the above is a brilliant canvas, Vol