and a poem
As always, beautiful and touching. Where would the world be without poets? I reckon it would be truly empty, cold...and soulless. Thank you, Joseph, for enriching our lives; we are grateful to God for the gift of you. Happy Thanksgiving.
Soothing and powerful all at once. This poet thanks you. 🙏
One of your best!
This is my favorite poem of yours! Happy Thanksgiving.
Happy Thanksgiving. ♥️
Thank you, Joseph, for your poems and your photography and for your cat! Your poetry expands all of our lives. Happy, joyful Thanksgiving to you.
Thank you, Joseph. I’m fortunate to have found you and your astonishing work.
Happy Thanksgiving to you, Joseph. And may the beauty of the season lift your spirits. It's there for you and it is more than enough.
I love, “walk myself awake” and borrowing voices from the dead! Beautiful!
so beautiful.
I am thankful that I found you. Happy Thanksgiving to you, Joseph. And to Jarvis, too!
Yes, it is enough!
What perfect words to express my feelings right now. Thank you.
sorrow scattered across the poem
As always, beautiful and touching. Where would the world be without poets? I reckon it would be truly empty, cold...and soulless. Thank you, Joseph, for enriching our lives; we are grateful to God for the gift of you. Happy Thanksgiving.
Soothing and powerful all at once. This poet thanks you. 🙏
One of your best!
This is my favorite poem of yours! Happy Thanksgiving.
Happy Thanksgiving. ♥️
Thank you, Joseph, for your poems and your photography and for your cat! Your poetry expands all of our lives. Happy, joyful Thanksgiving to you.
Thank you, Joseph. I’m fortunate to have found you and your astonishing work.
Happy Thanksgiving to you, Joseph. And may the beauty of the season lift your spirits. It's there for you and it is more than enough.
I love, “walk myself awake” and borrowing voices from the dead! Beautiful!
so beautiful.
I am thankful that I found you. Happy Thanksgiving to you, Joseph. And to Jarvis, too!
Yes, it is enough!
What perfect words to express my feelings right now. Thank you.
sorrow scattered across the poem