You always seem to tap into something I have no language for but notice, and feel, and experience, and then make the language so beautiful and precise that it can only be what it is, and I read your work and feel something inside of me smile at being seen. ❤️❤️❤️
You always seem to tap into something I have no language for but notice, and feel, and experience, and then make the language so beautiful and precise that it can only be what it is, and I read your work and feel something inside of me smile at being seen. ❤️❤️❤️
Thank you, dear Holly.
I swear I have felt the ‘internal smile’ you describe. It was coupled with a deep sense of relief in my case. Thank you Joseph and Holly
..."a doused/cinder" Damn you, Joseph!
“--the mountain a doused cinder” Joseph, you are truly gifted, my friend.
Dark and gray, in a good way. I feel colder reading this. Powerful imagery goes throughout this poem.
I like it.