|Reviewed by Diana Legun
|I like the title. 'Thirty Summers Left,' as in left behind; or thirty summers left, as in remaining. Fits well with the trilogy nomenclature, "growing younger"; the dichotomy of growing older and staying younger. Thirtysomething....very nice middle either way it is served. ~~ Diana|
|Reviewed by Budd Nelson
A perfect reflection to the point with room for all your readers to add their own images.
|Reviewed by John Flanagan
|"...Forever replanting impressions.."
ah yes, the nub of it, the cycle
we can't resist and can't afford to...
i like this kernel reflection, Odin,
it hits home true
|Reviewed by Jerry Bolton
|I love the three prints of one's hand in the mud as a allegory of a life span, and the fact that the prints were made in the mud rather than the sand also is telling. Short poem, full of meaning.|
|Reviewed by Morgan Merriweather
|That is a great last act. Loved this.|