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.

This feels like a whispered reverie–intimate and weightless. I love how the imagery flows like “fingers of rivers,” and how “your lips soft to bloom” turns silence into something almost sacred.

Thank you much.

LOL… It’s not for everyone.