It must have been something to behold. Nice piece, Thomas.

Brilliantly penned, Thomas. Excellent storytelling my friend, I really dig the layers in your work my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

Stirring stuff, Thomas! I felt I was there with you, with her, with her ass – knowing how tremendously realistic your delicious poetic fantasies tend to become mid-verse… it’s probably just as well that I wasn’t! Harriet-Jacqui xx

So great Thomas. Nice work!

The flesh offers as many charms as does the bottle, Thomas, and pulls us through desperate times like nothing else: a respite and a jail, both with sweet, slick memories that can sustain as well as strangle life. Well written and remembered.

Thanks, my friemd.

I live how you brilliantly rounded this out – starting with the ass, and finishing with the ass. The darker, harsher, more gritty memories walking between the reminiscence of that ass. It teases with questions but in the kind of way that stirs the mind rather than leaving dissatisfied. Always that ass…

lol Thanks

Heart breaking

Powerfully penned, Tim. Excellent tribute my friend. It’s a tragedy indeed, sometimes I don’t recognize the world anymore. Appreciate you.

Damian

Silencing beauty is one of mankind’s (and I use that term loosely here) gravest mistakes. We need beauty to get through what comes

This is the kind of poem that doesn’t ask permission—it reports from the wreckage. “A poem that will remain unfinished” is a brutal, honest truth, and the blood imagery isn’t sensational, it’s earned. I like how you refuse comfort here—no soft landing, no false resolve. The idea that the poems must replace her voice because they have to is devastating. This reads like a witness statement, not a performance. Necessary, angry, and painfully clear.

This one hits hard. I’ve watched that video over and over again.
I saw another where an agent told a protester, “If you raise your voice I will erase your voice”…while I’m thinking, then the thunder of the masses will drown him if he does that. I can’t wait for the trials and all the video evidence.
We will say their names forever so they are never forgotten.

This is a beautiful tribute, and I will follow your lead and write one in honor of her.

I’m sure Renee would approve of any kind word through verse from another poet. Nice tribute.

I think I see the changes. It’s a beautiful, yet powerful poem.

Great tribute dude, as we said this is just starting here in America. There is more than two more years of of rights lost, invasions, and lies. Prepare

I felt the need to honor her myself this morning. I’m glad to see you arrived first. When they’ve silenced a poet, we must step up and carry on. I am…overwhelmed by the atrocity. And bracing myself for what’s to come from the hit squad next. Beautiful memorial

Cold, stark, and unforgiving—this grips the chest and won’t let go. You feel the frost, the loss, the helplessness. A bleak landscape carved from grief. Raw, precise, and brutal.