|Reviewed by D. Vegas
|SAGE, Love it!
|Reviewed by Dayvid Graybill
|Colors swirling between my heads
Pulling, pushing, nothing said
Motionless, twisting, out of control
A dab of pink as the brush rolls.
Peace and Amish lovers for all,
|Reviewed by Duke LaRance
|Hey Sage -- I really need to come around here a lot more often. I'm super-impressed with everything of yours that I have seen. If I set out right now to read everything you have written, I could never catch up.
duke larance -- the drugstore cowboy poet
|Reviewed by TONY NERONE
|I now pronounce you one of my favorite writere ever! I love all the hidden meanings of your verse.
GOD BLESS YOU
|Reviewed by Ken Colonsay
|You must have an extra sense, sage, as you're poetry is extra-sensory; you know how to lay it on thick, or just a delicate watercolor brush. Impasto passion, pale fire.|
|Reviewed by jude forese
|wonderful texture, substance and color ...|
|Reviewed by Jon Willey
|Sage, a special hue and from a palette filled to the brim with oiled delights. No fatigued water colors on this canvas stretched tight. You are a creative poet Sage. May joy peace and love be always with you my friend. Jon Michael|
|Reviewed by John Flanagan
|...much more than a 'homespun sensuality' here, this is full-range colour Sage, the canvas of want and eros amd fulfillment..and it's a great work.
|Reviewed by Gene Williamson
|Sage, I'm glad I stopped by today to see you in hue. Love, gene.|
|Reviewed by Felix Perry
|yea...the colour of desire in pastel shades or sensuality...have to love it...
|Reviewed by Don Juan Amante
|you are a word artist ms sage|
|Reviewed by Patrick Granfors
|Splish splash..the mystical colors and shape of things to come. Patrick|
|Reviewed by Amber Moonstone
|Sage, eco-fuckery, a new twist for sure..This poem leaves me with a sense of renewal and passion, never do you bore your readers...
Another stellar poem, my sweet sage...
Much peace, love and light,
|Reviewed by D Johnson
|Reviewed by Victoria's Poetry & Voices of Muse
|country roads winding
gravel dust settles with spokes
awaiting threshing dinners-
I seen you wearing just a white apron
tied with cotton bow knots...
pink tongue of erotic servitudes
know how to Hue You...
Strawberry Milk Dish
|Reviewed by Paul Judges
|Splendid poem, Sage !|
|Reviewed by Peter Schlosser (Reader)
|This is eco-fuckery taken to new and dizzying heights. Beautiful!!!|
|Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan
|Reviewed by Karen Palumbo
|Erotica done well with the lure of pure passions...
Be always safe,
|Reviewed by Christine Tsen
|What passionate imagery Sage!
Fueled with intensity of raw emotion ~