I loved winding my way: I loved winding my way through your one audacious, imaginative and deeply introspective sentence illuminated by brilliant metaphors and some mind-bending contemplation. So nice to read you again, fine weaver of words!
With astonishing sensitivity: With astonishing sensitivity and mastery, you captured the Stygian existence of the half-alive denizens of Cracolandia, literally "Crackland". The images are ruthlessly melancholic, unshakable. Only a word artist of the highest order could crush us under the weight of such artistic realism:
"I am human – I am human
beats
the drum that whispers
between the willows."
Brutal. And breathtaking.
And just when I thought I couldn't be more submerged in your expertly etched images, I felt it should be impossible for anyone with half a heart to feel nothing when reading:
"To beat our soul with bleak
and brief relief
that it is only a distant suffering
a world away"
What a potent poetic weapon against apathy. In a world of deep isolation and divisiveness, this brave and compassionate work of art is essential.
True greatness.
This astonishing and resonate: This astonishing and resonate work of art cuts deep, especially in your sly and witty voice. So many quotable lines to admire, connect with and nod in agreement to. Really feeling this!
Rejection and it's twin,: Rejection and it's twin, abandonment are quite rife and surround us and where we expect it the least is where it hurts the most. Thanks for sharing.