|Reviewed by Christine Tsen
|This is glorious! I'm so glad I have found your creative work ~
(as for me, I should just admit off the cuff that I play ping pong between "bookish" and an unlit left side of the brain ~ the right side's all there though, assured)
|Reviewed by Kathleen McDonald
|This is so true. Not many understand how a "bookish" person feels and thinks. I happen to be one of them too.
|Reviewed by Gene Williamson
|This bookish f(r)iend ageees, Kenny. -gene.|
|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|This is fine poetry, Kenny; it is a tribute to your style and your thought process. Love and peace,
|Reviewed by A PAX
|i so understand this feeling
I would store this poem in a cool dark place
and only bring it out into the light of day
for a bookish friend, a literature hound;
it merits close inspection.
..our writing is so personal yet we are so entwined.....this is good, pax A :)
|Reviewed by J M
|Love it Kenny poets do have kindred souls I agree with kate on this one.
"It merits close inspection" :) Ty for sharing your creative juices kindred spirit.
|Reviewed by Kate Burnside
|... indeed it does, mon ami... after all, why cast your pearls before swine. It takes one to know one... poet, that is... and nothing thrills the heart more than being seen, understood and recognised by a kindred spirit. If it happens to us in this life, while we are still living and breathing, that is wunderbar... so often it is posthumously that our very great worth as contributors to art is recognised... well... I spose THAT makes dying something to look forward to at least... :)) Your usual 24 carat write, Ken. Love it. TY Kate xx|
|Reviewed by jude forese
|"radio voices" is on a wavelength of its own, transmitting poetic frequencies, enabled and waiting to be deciphered by both the dead and living ...|
|Reviewed by Sherry Heim
|Excellent work, Kenny! This puts me in mind of the long hours I spent driving through the beautiful and undeveloped areas here in the US, where I would find small town radio stations or basement radio stations after hours of static. Even listening to the Capt. Kangaroo guy talk about child psychology, as though he were an expert, was interesting after so many hours of static and the wheels against the road as my only companions.
|Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)
|Such a unique narrative. This is a joy to read.
Static must mean MW or SW!
|Reviewed by Mr. Ed
|Thirty-three and a half minutes listening to the static;
Iím one big ear! Hoping to hear a message
From beyond the grave:
Glad to know I'm not the only one who listens to 'White Noise.' I swear I sometimes hear those guys.