|Reviewed by Jon Willey
|Vickie, their consistency seldom supports verbiage spewed from the lips of deception and greed. Moral fibers too often reside precisely as the photo may suggest, in dispersing billows of smoke. Intangible as the words that carried them there. May peace and love be always with you my dear friend. Jon Michael|
|Reviewed by Sage Sweetwater
|Purifying verbiage in another dimension, Moral Fibers has the elasticity to stretch the mind...it's entrancing to think about...talking to you in a room filled of hasheesh leaves smoking and chanting hemp mantras to rid the vulgarity of forked tongues cursing us, the jeweled women...
|Reviewed by John Flanagan
|From a Doubter's Almanac, Vickie, a gifted questioner who goes beyond the ordinary and conventional and sees within.
|Reviewed by Morning Star
|Wow so much wisdom in your words
The smoke reminded me
Of the native American peace pipe
Love the picture great write!
Wishing you a safe and joyful
Memorial Day weekend…Yolie
|Reviewed by David cox
|asthe magical smoke conjurs images so do your words, i love these short poems.
|Reviewed by jude forese
|moral fibers do indeed have a loose consistency and transitory nature ... your poem is unique and its syntax well structured ...|
|Reviewed by Peter Schlosser (Reader)
|This is a cool poem!|
|Reviewed by D Johnson
|It does happen, you know, everywhere.
|Reviewed by Dayvid Graybill
|You certainly have the gift! Words positioned precariously, hinged with meanings and emotions beyond rote existentialism. Another great write Vickie!
|Reviewed by Felix Perry
|This brought to mind the smoking of sweet grass and the discussions that must have went on concerning the white man's domination and castration of native Americans...beautifully done and i LOVE the picture Vic.
|Reviewed by Georg Mateos
|Raising smoke...like twirling spirits reaching for unending highs.