Wow, I felt this. Very powerful write.

No one every really wins at war. It is just useless devastation and loss of lives.
This is an impressive portrait showing that.
And no one really survives. Even the survivors suffer so much mental and emotional loss.
j.

Powerfully penned, Keith. The casualties of war extend farther than those who gave their life, others are scarred physically and mentally for the rest of their existence. With Governments that discard them, after they’ve been broken by war. Sad but true my friend. Incredible write. Appreciate you.

Damian

Tremendous work. RiGHT ON MAN.

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?

Welcome back

Great! Happy to see you here. Big hug.

hi Keith this is very honest❤

If they were Krispy Kreme, I might understand the urge. But wow, Vol, this is so upfront and in your face, I think it
simply broke the mirror.
j.

Powerfully penned, Keith. Great write my friend, you still bring it. Appreciate you.

Damian

This is a hard hitting piece that tells more about the state of the relationship than about the outer appearance of this woman. If he looked at her with the eyes of love, everything about her from the messy hair to the stained dressing gown would appear beautiful to him. He would only see her inner beauty. But between the couple you describe there isn’t much love anymore.
Perfectly observed and put into words, dear Keith! Xoxo

Kinda felt that way about my first husband. I have referred to him as Fat Boy and tiny-dick. Worst was that despite being nearly 400 lbs (I always say 600) and having a “stub” – he cheated! Add in the violence and threats…I wished for him to die.
It took 20 years after I left but he’s gone!

DAMN! I believe you mentioned “fat boy” & “tiny dick” in a few of your writes. Appreciate the feedback, always!

Well, Damn, the reiteration of Go look in the mirror is a banger. People generally do not see what they become until they are forced to. Keith very, very open write

It already has worked….you’re still here.
Where is my copy?

💋

Still working on it.

Congratulations & good luck! 🙌

Good luck with your endeavor, Paula.
j.

I really like the cover….great black and white shot…looks like film noir!

A touching tribute to music and musician. This may be the best compliment that a guitar player could ever expect. A feeling of peace and satisfaction is elicited in me.

When I’m practicing guitar a little later, I’ll play you a few bars. 😉

Excellent poem, Fia.

Now that was a song all on its own!

Oh, my–are you talking to me? I’m being silly, of course. I’ve been playing guitar for a long time, so these words have special meaning. I love the image of this damsel being moved by the sound of the strings. Who knows what will happen at intermission?

This flows like a melody. Great piece Fia.

Very nicely poemed Ma’am .. Neville

Beautifully penned, Fia. Into the book it belongs! I always loved this one, cuz. Excellent write. Appreciate you.

Damian