Thank you kindly.

Powerfully penned, Keith. Another classic write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

In discussing “Metropolis” as a horror film, we reveal not only the fears of the 20th century—mechanization, alienation, control but also the terrors that still haunt us: the loss of empathy, the rise of the machine, and the collapse of humanity in the face of the system. It is a silent, structural, and profoundly relevant horror.

Fantastic poem, Keith.

I do remember this. this line always gets me “He’s obsessed with her death, obsessed with her blood, obsessed with her demise,”
Good piece.

Thank you Fia.

Powerfully penned, Keith. I see the festivities are in full swing for horror month. Amazing write per usual, you’re the Dr. Seuss of horror my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

This is so empowering. We need to stop this.

Hi Curt. I know I left a review for this poem on WC, but the message is so important, I’m glad you shared it here too.

The imagery on this piece is haunting- The yellow scream is so vivid, almost synesthetic image that makes human atrocity feel terrifyingly alive.

The way sound, color, and darkness intertwine lingers long after reading.

Rob, your poem drifts like a half-remembered dream, tender and yearning. Each day carries longing, memory, and desire. The way you reach for someone across nights and cities is heartbreakingly beautiful. Even sleeplessness feels like a lover in your words.

Beautifully done

My father had dementia. I have written notes but no answering machine voice which would be really great. You’re lucky. You have some unique writing here. Glad I read this. Good one.

I wasn’t expecting the pictures this painted with words. It was so vivid that I could feel those memories even though they weren’t my own.

That’s a really moving and powerful piece. The way you capture your father’s voice and the layers of memory, from the “palimpsest of tobacco teak” to the echo of his working life, is just beautiful. It really makes you feel the weight of what’s been lost and the preciousness of that preserved memory.

Profound ink Ghosteen.

Bat