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Rae, I miss your online: Rae, I miss your online presence.  I look forward to reunioning in Heaven.

Haha! that was too funny! We: Haha! that was too funny! We just got home from Costco and no sign there of Roscoe...the back story must be real 

Superb!: Superb!

Thank you very much..: Thank you very much. I'm glad you enjoyed it.

This is so much more than a: This is so much more than a tragic story of star crossed lovers. It has layers of rapture, agony, rage and a human face put on a shameful moment in history.    Written in the margins is a powerful commentary on injustice. And what is more unjust than the joys of love pulverized, annihilated, by senseless, demonic hate? Bringing the real tragedy to life against a backdrop of sweeping, historical disaster was expertly accomplished in the narration.    Without any unnecessary description, no burdensome explanation, we hear the story through the weary, pain-scarred voice of the old settler, shrewdly juxtaposed with angelic classical music in the background. When his lasting trauma (his aversion to music) is revealed, this detail becomes grimly poignant.    The story itself is a masterclass in vibrant, impactful compression. I felt the full spectrum of emotions like a storm that begins with soft, intoxicating winds and ends with utter destruction. So much lived. So much lost.    Congratulations on another milestone! 

It is a pleasure to be back in: It is a pleasure to be back in your gallery of daringly novel and relatable visions. Always on the vanguard of innovative ways to express the joys, frustrations and torments of our human journey, you sculpt art out of life. Each poem I read is one of the following: an eye-opener, a thrilling surprise, a cryptic treasure map, a psychotropic dream, a multifaceted gem–Sometimes all of them in one compact creation.    Here you composed a stirring and pensive statement on the ephemeral nature of academia. But, fortunately, as redbrick wisely explained: “Your thoughts are not confined to certificates or classrooms . . .“   Often your notes on a poem are as sharp as the poem itself. I was really tripping on: “Bro if Poetry Didn't Balance me... Seriously…”    If I wasn’t so insanely busy, I would camp out here for hours and bear witness to a valuable work in progress. Please continue to be a poetic Prometheus, always reaching for cosmic fire.    My greatest respect.   

It’s always a privilege when: It’s always a privilege when you show up and leave such amazing footprints. Huge respect and endless gratitude, blazing wordsmith.