Ok “Porn of Butterflies?” That is funny.
that last stanza that he drowned in her was my favorite

This is interesting. At the end of the story, it kind of reads like a spirit looking at its past. Their photo is smaller than yours, and the way you described the stars and looking down.

Without a doubt, you’re a brilliantly kind person, a comforter and adviser in one. You deserve a medal!

Maybe I’ll work on my poetry. Trouble is I have always loved poetry, one of seven children, our house was full of books and of many, there were hundreds of poetry and prose, anthologies, etc. Sorry, taking up your time.

Perhaps will pinch some of my poems from wc? Could, yes? Re.reading and selecting might nudge any hope of birthing new ones. Please say yes!!!

In my humble opinion, your style easily slides into any literary site. There is a taste of the esoteric, dare I say, almost eccentric to your wordscape. This reads like the diary entry of Vic & Bob’s weekend sister.

Regarding your communication with Fia above. Once we lose belief in ourselves, we just become caricatures of what we could have been (if that makes the remotest sense).

Brilliant work. Good to see you here.

Thomas! Yet again, many thanks for leaving such a welcome review. The word ‘brilliant’ smiles me happy! You’re always very kind, sir. Is good to see you here too. 🙂