Holy Crap, Sarah. There’s not a drop of piss or poor in these otherworldly yet palpable poems. The Virgo piece, a romp and a treasure trove. I love *Which means, whoa, huge forehead.* You the always goblin (whatever that means, what matters is you know). I have new wish that you live long and write long, all your days I mean.
Thank you, Kathryn! This is the first year ever where I have continued writing despite the seasons changing. I am shocked. Is it a marker of age? Dare I say that I finally have a “writing practice”? Hope you’re well!
Thanks, Kathryn! I came here to say something similar ( I’ve had to think about it for a few days since I first read)
Nothing “piss poor” or “ meh” about your poetry, or your whole writing deal.
Honest, thoughtful, lovingly! assembled words are precious!
Poor bastard, “ communication”, these days! More words loose in the atmosphere than ever before in recorded history!
Anyone who reaches up and picks them, and shuffles, presses, cuts and pastes them into new form, and then bashfully ( but secretly pleased and hopeful gift will be received with joyful surprise) presents them like a bouquet—- that’s raw, rare treasure!
Oh, the power of words! How they can be twisted, used as weapons, misconstrued/ misunderstood, deceptive.
Incantations, dark spells have to be countered with positive magic and energy. Writers are sorcerers! Thank goodness you are strong, in the resistance. Revolutionary!
Documents once laboriously written by hand by a very few, now can be typed left handed while driving the interstate.
(Well, maybe not.) When there are so many harmful/ ill considered words loose in the world, actual poisons! Thank goodness we have the antidote, in positive, healing, softer, colorful words.
Anyway, I like your writing, and hope you’ll keep it up.
Holy Crap, Sarah. There’s not a drop of piss or poor in these otherworldly yet palpable poems. The Virgo piece, a romp and a treasure trove. I love *Which means, whoa, huge forehead.* You the always goblin (whatever that means, what matters is you know). I have new wish that you live long and write long, all your days I mean.
Thank you, Kathryn! This is the first year ever where I have continued writing despite the seasons changing. I am shocked. Is it a marker of age? Dare I say that I finally have a “writing practice”? Hope you’re well!
Thanks, Kathryn! I came here to say something similar ( I’ve had to think about it for a few days since I first read)
Nothing “piss poor” or “ meh” about your poetry, or your whole writing deal.
Honest, thoughtful, lovingly! assembled words are precious!
Poor bastard, “ communication”, these days! More words loose in the atmosphere than ever before in recorded history!
Anyone who reaches up and picks them, and shuffles, presses, cuts and pastes them into new form, and then bashfully ( but secretly pleased and hopeful gift will be received with joyful surprise) presents them like a bouquet—- that’s raw, rare treasure!
Oh, the power of words! How they can be twisted, used as weapons, misconstrued/ misunderstood, deceptive.
Incantations, dark spells have to be countered with positive magic and energy. Writers are sorcerers! Thank goodness you are strong, in the resistance. Revolutionary!
Documents once laboriously written by hand by a very few, now can be typed left handed while driving the interstate.
(Well, maybe not.) When there are so many harmful/ ill considered words loose in the world, actual poisons! Thank goodness we have the antidote, in positive, healing, softer, colorful words.
Anyway, I like your writing, and hope you’ll keep it up.