Many times writes are over my head, like this one. LOL. I’m pretty good at deciphering poems, etc. Yet some are more complex and perhaps “inside” than I can travel to. But, pixie sticks poems have kept many a reader caught up in the meanings, looking for that connection with the author. It is a bond formed of our mental values. Of what we grasp for, as writer and reader. You make a hell of a spider.

Oh motherfuck YES, this is goddamn poetry. I needed to get my head out of my own ass and breathe some air, and you, my sweet Welsh friend, are cold wind on a warm day.

The way you fuck a line, gods, with lube and soft kisses and hair pulls.

You weave a poem and use an unexpected trope-twist to make real magic. I’m reminded of why I word-crush on your shit.

THE FUCKING LANGUAGE…

straddle waking dreams to the hymen-ever-after

AND THIS?! Fuck you. I’m literally jealous I didn’t write it…

….and the moon is a voyeur’s pearl
stringing whispers to sky balustrade

THIS?! AAAAARRRHHH!
strip negligee to bone

I’m almost over-stimulated and about to cuss you out for being brilliant but this?!

sea-shell coved against my ear
like a seance with the deaf

…. that was amazing

I wish I hadn’t quit smoking.

Kickass shit.

BB

Oo. Diolch H. You get it. The night tells all – there are reasons why my pillows are frayed.

Even as a fiftysomething, I take great pleasure in scratching names in the sand. Last week I took a night walk to sing to the harbour lights – ignoring the bitter cold and manic screech of the junkies. The sea was so calm.

Rob x

Hauntingly, up my alley…fantastic!

Powerfully penned, Ghosteen. Excellent write with great storytelling my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

Love watches as always from the shadows like a thief Lady

Beautifully penned, Brenda. Amazing write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

We love the darkness of it Lady, to tight

Beautiful

Powerfully penned, Brenda. Excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian