We sit together to converse in beautifully uncommon words that have existed for forever but have been so rarely heard that the world around us wonders if the words are truly language or are they visions only you and I can see? Blissful perfect moments of absolute integrity when our minds for once ar...

school hall lemon he’s the greasy weasel he’s a little fuck in flip flops he’s the chosen victim. somebody better put this torn up bastard in his place. now he’s back at home for sweet intermission but the constant battle of well-aged frustrations lead to sudden explosions of “I – will – never – be ...

You are far too kind and it warms my heart. Thank you!

Pulling into the auto salvage yard, I saw some kind of mixed mutt staring down from on top of the trailer's tin roof. "I keep 'em up there so he don't get hit by a car." The salvage man said, and then, "Do ya wanna beer?" I declined and we climbed into his broken down little pick...

I like the literal emotion.

Thank you.

You're words are graceful.

You wrote me a letter – “To my dearest friend”. I get so few letters these days. Most seem to find thinking of words for more than the moment to be such unprofitable waste. I think of you writing alone at your desk The rice paper skin of your hands. The veins of your life barely hidden A treasure in...

Well done.

Sister moon's quicksilver tears streak across the night sky. Her heart is split, lain open raw in a wound seeping indigo blood. Peace has been stolen from her with a charlatan's gaze and a medicine man's charm. I heard that Apollo came to her last night and said, "Be wary dear sister, the wolve...

I enjoy this very much.

Lizzy, I would certainly agree that you should always communicate in the fashion you find most comfortable. But just as a subtle thought... Don't underestimate your ability to offer constructive ideas for refinement. When one becomes overly schooled in form and meter... They run risk of losing the r...

thanks...

at least within this particular forum I can be assured that the potential critiques are made by individuals with exquisite taste in poets

when one has tasted Leonard's fine wine, it makes it easier to discern the flavor faults in other work that might be refined

We sit in your sunroom watching the rain, its been falling for hours and we are alone. You tell me of Paris the people, the churches, you speak with conviction a tourist guide sponge. Your gift of just talking not needing an answer I don't hear all the words I find peace in the rhythm. I notice a gr...

Thanks for the thoughts. I appreciate the time you took.

I think that posting for praise alone is mental masturbation.

I don't necessarily need to know what I do well, I sincerely appreciate appropriate ideas for refinement.