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.

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Once I read sky furniture I knew this was going to be a unique read with
lots of imagination.
Then river libraries flowed.
Just wow. I loved where this took me.

The last two lines are epic. It’s a creative write throughout, yes, and the ending sends it higher. What a strong wording, thick with the weight of thought. It’s what makes us better readers, when taking on such things as this. No fluffy bunnies. Bears and wolves with a pen.