Powerfully penned, Benjamin. This is an excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

This caught my eye the most and I could not shake it. Looking for the higher power and as you look its like a rush of happiness. very interesting piece of work
“my energy burns
in the demiurge Sun,
turning the worm
as bird songs die
on a dopamine high”

This vibe hits hard with some heavy, cryptic and foreboding tones.
Straight diggin this!!

Much respect

Naaj

WOW! I’m honored and lost for words. Your exquisite brilliance in this piece, captures exactly what I try to write and express. Thank you Elke for this wonderful tribute. xxoxx

Beautifully penned, Elke. Amazing tribute to Keith, you really captured his essence my friend. He definitely deserves the honor he’s a stand up guy from the neighborhood. From what he commented above I think he approves. Nicely done. Appreciate you .

Damian

hello lovely poetess Keith truly is beautiful a writer and a friend ❤️this is an intelligent and thoughtful write,,,

A powerful ode to the role of the writer as witness, critic, and humanist. Clear-eyed, generous, and thoughtfully constructed.

Dear S,

Wonderful tribute and great reminder to spotlight the good in renewing that all is not lost in human kindness.
To me, it takes a kind soul to write about a kind soul. Lovely piece. H🌷

Fantastic, Damian.

This is a dark piece, but it is really good. Thank you for sharing it.

Excellent piece.

Well look at you being all dark after Christmas:)
Each section had its own dark point of view.
I really enjoyed the stanza about evil hiding in the mundane
It reminds me of the saying in the Bible. Idle hands are the devils workshop.

Great piece amigo!

hello dearest Damian very darkly powerful ❤️

Fantastic piece of dark poetry my friend. Wonderfully executed.

Heavy hitting vibe, bro This moves the mind down some chambers

Much respect

Naaj

A bittersweet piece, so beautiful and sad! I am glad that you reassured us that you are doing well , dear Damian!

This reads like a slow descent through psychological aftermath—the kind that doesn’t announce itself loudly but corrodes over time. The imagery stays grounded while the emotion escalates, especially the idea of evil hiding in the mundane. Quiet, heavy, and effective.

I can see why others see this is dark, but I read it more as a reflective piece on darker moments. Like sitting under moonlight and remembering full darkness of troubled days…having just enjoyed the warmth of a fire and full spirit. There are definitely elements that lean into darker aspects, but if we’re not peering into those corners, are we really paying attention, or are we just living in denial? To be all sunshine and daisies in the current environment is pure folly. I don’t see dark, I see the shadows that follow us wherever we go. The hope that we still find light. Follow that muse where it takes you, my friend. It never leads you astray

this is extraordinarily noir if you don’t mind me saying .. just saying .. Neville

Merry Christmas dearest Tim I will miss you until then ❤️

Merry Christmas Tim and have a wonderful New Year

You better get back in here! You’re missed!

Merry Christmas, Tim. You’re missed my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

I miss you my friend. Looking forward to reading more of your great writing next year.

John

Merry Christmas Tim!🎄
See ya next year amigo!

Thanks, Adelly. Same here. 🙂

What an interesting opening. The mirror shivers upon your approach. I like this.

Thank you, Fia. And Happy Holidays!

Some days I glance at the mirror and can’t figure out who the stranger is. Like the mirror has ripples. But it’s no funhouse. I felt this one

Mirrors don’t lie! It’s the cold hard truth when it comes to appearances.
I enjoyed the piles of yesterskin!

Merry Christmas!

Okay. I didn’t know the mechanics of it, but now I do. My ex wife couldn’t walk past a mirror without stopping to admire herself, but she might run past them now, what with all that yesterskin pilled up. You’re hittin’ on all eight, old man.