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Recent Reviews for Micha Julian

The Sponge Paradox/1st Person & One Small Sponge's Enigmatic Journal...(an experimental 'story'/'memoir'...) (Short Story) - 9/26/2006 12:15:34 AM
Working with socially and emotionally troubled men and women in the ditch of life reduced me at times to being a sponge. But this sponge was a foolish sponge. He jumped into the ditch instead of reaching down to pull the guy up. I got soaked and sank in the mire; his or her mire - they hauled themselves out dry and just walked away. That's what it meant for me to be an unwitting sponge - to be sucked dry or soaked in someone else's problems and the discarded. I had to learn the hard way. You put it very reflexively.

The Sponge Paradox/1st Person & One Small Sponge's Enigmatic Journal...(an experimental 'story'/'memoir'...) (Short Story) - 8/18/2004 4:23:28 AM
You have touched so many lives Mich.*smile* I will always be proud of you. Just remember, a womans faults are many but men have only two. Everything that they say, and everything that they do...*smile*

Paretti and Son (Chapter 0ne) an exercise/in progress (Short Story) - 1/4/2004 1:25:52 AM
Micha - great stuff! More, more! Are your from RI by any chance? Alex D.

The Sponge Paradox/1st Person & One Small Sponge's Enigmatic Journal...(an experimental 'story'/'memoir'...) (Short Story) - 4/8/2003 1:54:03 PM
i find this a very good transposition...

The Sponge Paradox/1st Person & One Small Sponge's Enigmatic Journal...(an experimental 'story'/'memoir'...) (Short Story) - 4/6/2003 7:56:52 PM
Micha Michele, What a burst of womanhood you rest in twirling, empathy of lightly laced depth, painted upon dawns born, yet seen nor discovered. A heart such as yours remains a rare commodity to be found among mankind this day. Gaurd well this earthen vessel and treasure so rare, for it remains the highlights of the sky, that keeps men looking upward in yes, hope, woven in steadfast grace. How well you have spoken on behalf of your heart this day! I bow deeply in gratitude clad retreat , for your splashed essence upon parchment, this day etched. Warmly, Rodney Evan Bohen

Paretti and Son (Chapter 0ne) an exercise/in progress (Short Story) - 3/23/2003 4:17:06 PM
good one

Paretti and Son (Chapter 0ne) an exercise/in progress (Short Story) - 12/22/2002 6:53:58 PM
good...needs more detail,dialogue is good!

The Sponge Paradox/1st Person & One Small Sponge's Enigmatic Journal...(an experimental 'story'/'memoir'...) (Short Story) - 12/14/2002 4:47:59 PM
(((mi-moo))) This is so brilliant and yes I see the truth in this. Being a sponge is all caught up with trying to try. This made me think of a short story by a Russian Author that I read in College. All my books are packed up or I'd try to find it - Gogol I think was the author. I love this and you my brave brave friend. *Hugs* Hoovsie or as Yem use to say, Hoovies

The Sponge Paradox/1st Person & One Small Sponge's Enigmatic Journal...(an experimental 'story'/'memoir'...) (Short Story) - 12/7/2002 3:45:37 AM
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Paretti and Son (Chapter 0ne) an exercise/in progress (Short Story) - 12/1/2002 2:25:31 AM
*smile*..Now ya see, Rocco woulda told him he wanted ten times on Shadow Gay at Lincoln in the fifth..In addition, seeing he had to travel Route 146 to get there, he woulda dropped another six bucks on a trifecta box for the route number..*smile*...Oh and don't forget to bring back a dozen calzones from that little place up off Allens Avenue...LOL ..Maybe a bit of spumoni for dessert? Keep it up, I want to read more~ instead of the Soprano's you could have the next hit serial can call it the "Alto's"...*smile*...

Paretti and Son (Chapter 0ne) an exercise/in progress (Short Story) - 11/30/2002 4:57:50 AM
Wow, Michele! You hooked me in right away! This reads like a fast paced movie script! The dialogue is so real and I hope you add more soon! Wonderful work! *Hugs* C

And What About 'Love'? Hah! (Just a Rant, hmm...) (Article) - 9/19/2006 8:40:30 AM
John Lennon sang 'How can i give love when i don't know what it is i'm giving.' In other words some of us are are so emotionally illiterate that love gets lost in the miry pit of mixed emotions. It struggles to emerge from those lies, deceit and betrayel, it is often subordinat to these. Thing is, its gatekeeper is the one who tells you that he or she loves you. Really? Evocative 'rant', Micha, but riddled through and through with substance. I felt it. Been there a thousand frowns before.

And What About 'Love'? Hah! (Just a Rant, hmm...) (Article) - 6/13/2006 6:58:04 PM
two flowers to a butterfly are two loves one red the other blue or to a flower a butterfly is but a passing shadow Well, I ran out of (smart) comments

And What About 'Love'? Hah! (Just a Rant, hmm...) (Article) - 9/28/2003 3:49:45 AM
thought provoking read well done

And What About 'Love'? Hah! (Just a Rant, hmm...) (Article) - 9/25/2003 8:27:29 AM
(((mi-moo))) The Why Bother part really hit home for me. But then there is the choice that is made to maybe be kind, reach out and move past. (((You)))) As always, from the heart and a lot of truth and pain. Love, Hooves

And What About 'Love'? Hah! (Just a Rant, hmm...) (Article) - 9/24/2003 11:58:55 PM
{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{ Hugs }}}}}}}}}}}}}}} Just cuz. Melanie

And What About 'Love'? Hah! (Just a Rant, hmm...) (Article) - 9/24/2003 6:37:26 PM
Dem, do know how to rant. [grin]

Papillon... A Butterfly (Poetry) - 8/10/2012 12:44:43 PM
Such a beautifully, enthralling poem...She must be so sweet!

Mary sits and taps (Poetry) - 8/15/2008 2:34:54 PM
Keep writing your heart Rodney

Mary sits and taps (Poetry) - 7/19/2007 12:26:20 PM
you amaze me all the time...

Mary sits and taps (Poetry) - 10/23/2006 7:34:42 PM
that's what happens when you live you life out in your children ... good imagery ...

Mary sits and taps (Poetry) - 10/22/2006 4:42:42 PM
Reminds me of a song I heard years ago sung by Richard Harris called Paper Chase - don't know why, not sure if the lyrics are apt, but something about a paper cup comes to mind. We drink out of paper cups and throw them in the bin afterwards. Think it may be something to do with the line 'You'll see her face, the paper face, and you'll go running from long sweet dying daydreams' Sighing rather than running pleads here in this long moment of reflection that conjures up demons from the past. They don't come running to us, we make them do that with our wont to relive the past. We end up beating ourselves sometimes leaving ourselves luke warm for a while, and who wants to drink luke warm tea? Not very tasteful for sure. Your poem prompted me to dredge up that song I sung - in my deaf aid way - a long time ago - I won't bother going beyond the middle eight but shoot to the fade out - that's better.

Mary sits and taps (Poetry) - 10/22/2006 3:59:37 PM
Micha, this reaches inside of this woman's soul and bares her pain and thought for all of us to see. Very poignant and very heart wrenching. Fee

Mary sits and taps (Poetry) - 10/22/2006 3:14:27 PM
Moments of a former life has a great tendency to rear its not so nice head ecery so often. I know Mary. she is me . . . and you . . . and . . .

Mary sits and taps (Poetry) - 10/22/2006 2:57:02 PM
Oh interesting write the mind keeps the past alive and well, yet does not resolve the past to comfortable presence......we all have that tap....and those brewed tepid memories of "what if" sigh pax a

Mary sits and taps (Poetry) - 10/22/2006 2:48:19 PM
This is outstanding............... has a nostalgic calming affect.

Love & Death (Two Than Bauks) (Poetry) - 10/18/2006 10:09:19 AM
I was in no mood to deal with either love or death both were dying until I read your smile

Crawling (Poetry) - 10/10/2006 6:11:03 AM
this is like a seeding comeing to life..... I see this as positive, and uplifting perhaps after over coming a heart break pax A

Love & Death (Two Than Bauks) (Poetry) - 10/9/2006 5:41:30 PM
I've never read any quite like this and I need to say that you did an exceptional pen for yourself, Micha. I enjoy your heart, wisdom and creativity. You've blossomed in wonderful ways. I am so very proud of you. Love, Susan

The Emperor's Old Clothes (Poetry) - 10/9/2006 4:05:35 PM
I am in no mood to comment because I think I am clothed though feel naked.

Love & Death (Two Than Bauks) (Poetry) - 10/9/2006 10:51:06 AM
Brief but most effective. Thank you for the poetry lesson, Micha. Love and peace to you, Regis

Love & Death (Two Than Bauks) (Poetry) - 10/9/2006 12:06:15 AM
Love it, Micha. A new form for me. Elizabeth

Love & Death (Two Than Bauks) (Poetry) - 10/8/2006 7:11:08 PM
interesting genre with a sad yet clever twist ...

Love & Death (Two Than Bauks) (Poetry) - 10/8/2006 6:18:26 PM
Bitter sweet. Love then sadness.. I gotta get my love gene removed..

Love & Death (Two Than Bauks) (Poetry) - 10/8/2006 3:36:44 PM
These are so wonderful and meaningful. I liked the notation prior the poetry makes it a richer experience for the reader. Brilliant....

Love & Death (Two Than Bauks) (Poetry) - 10/8/2006 1:24:41 PM
Interesting and precise, I like them. Fee

Love & Death (Two Than Bauks) (Poetry) - 10/8/2006 12:23:08 PM
Both well done; especially enjoyed the last :o) I find this form as interesting as the 'Ku; must try a few again soon. Hope you give us more... Micke

Love & Death (Two Than Bauks) (Poetry) - 10/8/2006 12:21:32 PM
Oh my, these were excellent. lovely style! Reindeer

The Emperor's Old Clothes (Poetry) - 10/7/2006 7:26:22 PM
Pen is sword in this penned gem of wise insight. Wonderful Job Mia..... The world is so confused as to what is happening half the time I feel we are not told enough in the dark..... Peace& Love, Joselyn

The Emperor's Old Clothes (Poetry) - 10/7/2006 1:28:01 PM
As an origianal or a repost this work says it all in this world of political unrest and wars that are not wars but still people die. Fee

The Emperor's Old Clothes (Poetry) - 10/7/2006 1:27:01 PM
If only life were that simple, Micha, and no one is more cynical than me of ideologies - but there are two emperors involved. All we can do is keep praying that God will invervene and soon.

a chapter, one... she/undone (Poetry) - 10/6/2006 9:40:05 AM
Yes my friend you have wreitten this was a very unique style and an understanding to all that will read your work. Well done.

Inside Scarred (Poetry) - 10/4/2006 4:44:14 PM
honest, moving and well written ...

Crawling (Poetry) - 10/4/2006 10:44:42 AM
Beautiful heart-wrenching metaphor.

Inside Scarred (Poetry) - 10/4/2006 10:19:22 AM
This is simply a beautiful write straight from the heart.

Inside Scarred (Poetry) - 10/3/2006 6:00:36 PM
Yet those who have the toughest ride, often have the strongest characters and are well rounded people too...

Inside Scarred (Poetry) - 10/3/2006 5:24:31 PM
Micha, I feel that you've reached a bridge where, once on the other'll finally be home. I've enjoyed the way you've walked for a long time and I'm here to welcome you home. Love, susan

Inside Scarred (Poetry) - 10/3/2006 3:50:19 PM
This one is honest yes and it is a good one to ask why. Why some suffer more than others, what did we do... Scars last a life time.... Powerful Mia.............. Blessing SS Joselyn

Inside Scarred (Poetry) - 10/3/2006 3:05:59 PM
Chilling but with a sense of honesty that shows through with strength. Yes you may be scarred but you refuse to give in, beg as a survival instinct but sounds more like picking the right time to fight. Fee

Inside Scarred (Poetry) - 10/3/2006 2:38:20 PM
Who is brave enough to admit that they are crippled inside? Bearing a fifty odd year scar? Not many people want to hear us confess this. Oh shut up, it will go away. Oh, right. What's the point in buying a book if we're not prepared to open it? What's the point of experience if we just keep it shut tight between the hard back covers. Huh, yet even counsellers back off - oh, you're too heavy for me. C'mon, you've been to your psychodynamic gym, you got the cerebral muscles, now put them to use - train me. Can you imagine? Micha, Lennon's Crippled Inside and Scared came immediately to mind when I started chewing on this poem 'I'm scarred, I'm scarred, I'm scarred, I just manage to survive, I just wanna stay alive.'

Crawling (Poetry) - 10/3/2006 1:23:39 PM
It only takes one crack to enable a shaft of sunlight to pierce through. Still, even then we simply try and avert our eyes rather than take the chance to use the light to guide us out of darkness. I have these dreams where I try and run but cant but instead have to crawl on all fours - never know where I am running to or what or who it is I am running from. Maybe the action takes place in an empty shell. Weeping can often be balm for a troubled soul. I hope you don't mind a bit of open self - indulgence, Micha, but as ever, your work finds resonance with my psyche.

Pandora's Bag (Poetry) - 10/3/2006 7:15:26 AM
We must be travelling - or should this be trudging ?- along a similar uphill road. Maybe I should do what you did and throw the damn contents of my case away but definitely into the fire. Knowing my misfortune, the draught would probably suck the salient items up the chimney into the hands of some Poppins type figure who would bring them right back to my suitcase. Strange thing is, I'd probably appreciate the gesture. In some distorted way, the contents have found their way into the compartments reserved for nostalgia. But heh, the last item in Pandora's (box) bag, (was) could be hope! Incidentally, I've been assured that madness is a sign of genius - but then, I flatter myself if no one else would. My mood slotted into the theme of this poem quite readily. Is that telling me somehting?

Pandora's Bag (Poetry) - 10/2/2006 5:40:29 PM
great metaphor ... we shed parts of our olds selves to renew ourselves and clear the unnecessary baggage from our beings ... yet the bag is kept as the process begins all over again ...

Pandora's Bag (Poetry) - 10/2/2006 10:39:24 AM
Dear Micha, The emotional garbage we, so often, choose to carry with us can be difficult to dispose of yet it is necessary to do so in order to continue down our chosen path. Love & Light, Joseph

Pandora's Bag (Poetry) - 10/1/2006 8:08:49 PM
More like an aging 'Medicine Woman', Micha! Never empty, always overflowing, which, of course, is the problem with kept human life. Maybe, Mich, at the bottom of the emptied bag is freedom... Always yours, Erin, aka Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen

Pandora's Bag (Poetry) - 10/1/2006 4:29:43 PM
You penned the very reason, a few years back, that I gave up purses. I have a briefcase that houses minimal junk but it, too, accumulates. I think it is the bain of the female study here. We take the basics that we "Might need one day"...lyimg to ouselves that there is reason to keep it. This is a joy...a complete revelation of Susan

Pandora's Bag (Poetry) - 10/1/2006 1:46:54 PM
You create a powerful metaphor here - the old black tote bag as ones own life. Oh ... the emotional and intellectual junk that can accumulate during a life-time. It seems that in middle-age all the many indiscretions of youth revisit us and give us one more chance to "clean and organize" the shelves of our being - preparing us for old age. It is certainly a time when wisdom and understanding should be employed judiciously. Richard Lloyd Cederberg

Pandora's Bag (Poetry) - 10/1/2006 11:44:21 AM
This rattles the brain with thoughts and comparisons that go beyound the picture portrayed. A woman's purse like a mans wallet does contain and record a person's life and sometimes they get so full like life itself that they need to be purged indeed. Fee

Pandora's Bag (Poetry) - 10/1/2006 10:59:54 AM
I LOVE THIS!! This is my life, well, except I dont allow myself in libraries any more because I tend to keep the borrowed books :( But no matter how hard i try to use a smaller bag, it is no use, I feel like I am trying to cram my life into chipmunk hole, it doesn't work, thanks for this, it is so true.

Pandora's Bag (Poetry) - 10/1/2006 10:59:46 AM
AHHHHHHHHHH MIA {{{SS}}}} This one is non other than another one of your masterful pieces of thought provoking, educating and yes humor for laughter is like a good medicine to the soul and we need it..... I am a pack rat so I can relate to this one..... Blessings Love, Joselyn

embers (Poetry) - 9/27/2006 4:43:01 PM
Very nicely expressed allegory... and (one?) makes it into an original poem. I'd switch gasp & grasp?

Lost Prayers  (Poetry) - 9/27/2006 2:47:27 PM
This is an excellent monologue and an extraordinary odyssey in theatrical format. Bravo.

Lost Prayers  (Poetry) - 9/26/2006 2:12:09 AM
You encapsulate, fear, despair, loss, tragedy yet weave hope so beautifully through this captivating write. Bravo! Panda :)

Lost Prayers  (Poetry) - 9/26/2006 12:45:39 AM
Micha, this figureatively puts into perspective and imprints upon the mind the thought that we dodge not just a sniper by many snipers each day of our lives. We are indeed walking wounded bandaged with prayer. Some of the wounds are simply covered with a bandaid, it slips off only for another bullet to go in - why don't we bandage it? Maybe we like picking at the scabs of some of our wounds; won't let them heal properly. We are told we have guardian angels. I'd love to meet mine, just to talk to. Wander what conversation went on in the wilderness between Jesus and the angel? I digress. Thanks for this graphic yet helpful image.

Lost Prayers  (Poetry) - 9/25/2006 7:39:41 PM
Stirring and emotional hurt to read it. You have done a great job, touching the heart with first, despair then hope. Connie

Lost Prayers  (Poetry) - 9/25/2006 5:13:39 PM
There is no denying the truth that is bared here. War isn't pretty and when disected the truth is frightening. When compounded with terror the result is of horrific proportions that scare those who have no concept of war or how emotions are conditioned into twisted forms we never see here. Your truths are why we must listen and donate all positives against war. Love, Susan

Lost Prayers  (Poetry) - 9/25/2006 3:44:32 PM
You are another that can make prose sound like poetry. Love it!

Lost Prayers  (Poetry) - 9/25/2006 2:34:47 PM
Yes {{{{SWEET SS}}}} Their is a story here and a powerful one that touched me deeply. I am always amazed with your work MIA {{{HUGS}}} Blessings, xx00x Joselyn

Lost Prayers  (Poetry) - 9/25/2006 2:16:44 PM
Frightening but real look and the reality of war. It is hard to close ones mind to a write of such strong spirituality and pain. Well written and truly stark open truths. Felix L. Perry

Question Boxes {repost} (Poetry) - 9/25/2006 12:08:26 PM
Always your poetry speaks to my soul....

Question Boxes {repost} (Poetry) - 9/25/2006 8:21:26 AM
"Self-pity in its early stages is as snug as a feather mattress. Only when it hardens does it become uncomfortable." --Maya Angelou You say it well too. Good to see you posting again. Elizabeth

Question Boxes {repost} (Poetry) - 9/24/2006 3:04:27 PM
Interesting and unusual modern day adult nursery rhyme that screams out the injustices and the inadagecies of man. Fee

Question Boxes {repost} (Poetry) - 9/24/2006 12:02:01 PM
I spent five years working at close proximity wit distorted and bastardized lives - much of it self - inflicted. This was not innate, but had their origins lost in a bottomless miry pit of mudded personal histories. Pained me to see broken men who had no more tears left to shed but instead stood under cloudbursts that did the crying for them. One guy was named after a block of wood coloured black. A block of wood! How much more rootless can we be than to be named after an inanimate object? No, he never told us who his father or mother was - never knew them nor did he know his real name. Poor bastard died drunk with rejection. Question boxes? Are there enough?

embers (Poetry) - 9/24/2006 11:43:42 AM
Blow into it, Micha, blow gently into it. Many a coal fire I have brought back into life in the nick of time with the gentle blow onto the last dying ember. A kind of metaphor for my life at various stages. Your work finds consistent resonance with my psyche. It seems, from what I have read of your work so far, that we have or are experiencing the same pain threshold.

Sing-Song Madness (Poetry) - 9/24/2006 2:03:44 AM
From the ashes,comes the phoenix.... catch that feather very interesting Micha pax A

Sing-Song Madness (Poetry) - 9/23/2006 4:41:35 PM
Fresh and insightful write chronicleing it seems life's insensitivities. Fee

Sing-Song Madness (Poetry) - 9/23/2006 1:09:05 PM
That's the fear - what's next? Not asked what we want, just given options. Outcomes? Find out for yourself - but what if? Tough. Micha,I've been singing the song of madness for years but can't seem to find the line to jump off or end the tune. I am not dead either, and that's what bothers me - what next? Thanks for sharing your 'madness' I drink from the same bottle - on my own, lonely table.

Sing-Song Madness (Poetry) - 9/23/2006 1:04:32 PM
I'm convinced that the more we keep positive people around us and the more we see the beauty of our surroundings rather than jist the jungle...the more we survive and heal and become invincable. micha you area true survivor and I've known your resolleincu for years. This poem shows your strength. Love, Susan

Sing-Song Madness (Poetry) - 9/23/2006 12:44:20 PM
This one has a beautiful and haunting effect of innocence..... Life it breathes for me. "as she is not dead." Thank You SS..... Blessings & Peace, Joselyn

the past (Poetry) - 9/21/2006 4:51:08 AM
Deep heartwrenching write Micha, and though it hurts, time heals the worst of it, so we can move on, though we never forget! Wonderful.. Ch'erie

the past (Poetry) - 9/20/2006 8:27:56 PM
Love it. How did the move go? All settled I hope, or at least getting there? Love, Elizabeth

the past (Poetry) - 9/20/2006 7:09:02 PM
The powerful sentiments expressed within your verses reach the depth of my soul, Micha. Take care. Love and peace, Regis

the past (Poetry) - 9/20/2006 6:37:36 PM
We often beat ourselves with our past. Our past also pursues us with memories we'd rather forget. Sometimes it just prowls waiting for the right moment to pounce. Bites deep. Bastard! Do we stand still and wait for God to find us? He knocks on the door of our soul, doesn't He? Do we hear? So much in this poem to fill my mind with a pool of thoughts to swim around in and indulge. The past? I look too forward to the past at times. I share your anxiety.

the past (Poetry) - 9/20/2006 4:26:54 PM
From the heart this poured with the feelings that only a widow or widower can feel when the love is snatched out of their grasp by the cruelty of life. Fee

the past (Poetry) - 9/20/2006 3:06:26 PM
Micha, This touched me deeply and settled as a choke in my throat. The despair amd complete sinking of the spirit is all inside your pen.I want to cry. Love, Susan

the past (Poetry) - 9/20/2006 1:24:13 PM
Waves of pain, of bewilderment, a reaching to the highest for clarification, and comfort....this is like standing on the shoreline and waiting for the waves to halt...... A constant rush of sorrow.......but perhaps of cleansing too?? This has me thinking...... strong authentic pax A

this wren, again (Poetry) - 9/18/2006 5:52:11 PM
Oh what images if the wren falls........she has to flap her wings.... necessity is the mother good to read you again pax A

this wren, again (Poetry) - 9/18/2006 4:16:35 PM
'The tightroped trap.' Such is our lives. The bird sits upon the wire, but we walk a tightrope each day, close even to the edge of a tightrope. Our lives are a constant again and again and again thanks to this flaming tightrope. If only we could 'let loose this branch and fly.'

this wren, again (Poetry) - 9/18/2006 5:25:43 AM
Interesting imagery used here!! Ty Ch'erie

this wren, again (Poetry) - 9/17/2006 6:54:46 PM
Well for not writing in a while you certainly unleashed a sparkle of a write with this one. Intense in it's vivid descriptions and alive with sounds of flapping wings this one yells to be read and digested to the last word. Well done Micha Fee

this wren, again (Poetry) - 9/17/2006 5:29:29 PM
Poor innocent wren how can you fly when your spirit is broken. I've known this bird in children I've taught and adults who having given up. Still...just because I listened they found their strengh. We all have ears and a helping hand when we show compassion. It doesn't cost a dime either. This is a teaching pen. I appreciate your write for the call within the lines. Love, Susan

this wren, again (Poetry) - 9/17/2006 1:03:54 PM
I love this one like a lesson this little wren teaches us to fly once more. "this bird strung upon this line-- this tightroped trap, she cings to freezing within the throbbing heat, forgetting again again how to unfurl her wings and find the sky, seeking blindly toward the light she cannot see." Wonderful poem and expressions thank you soul sis.

this wren, again (Poetry) - 9/17/2006 1:00:29 PM
This is so different from your past writing, like a new page in your life. It is maybe too straightforward in its romanticism, needs some twisted metaphors like forked branches & tongues & falling leaves. Do you mean the branch as foe or friend might be good to address.

Whisper Me (Poetry) - 9/17/2006 12:41:03 PM
Superb piece "Oh, if you could see the tatted, tattered reams Of this dank Raggedy-Ann soul-- You'd go on your way and leave me with these ancient screams Of pleasure never told"

if she cannot.... (Poetry) - 9/17/2006 12:40:09 PM
This is so meaningful Soul sis well expressed.

Eve's Madness (Poetry) - 9/17/2006 12:39:12 PM
Now this is powerful imagery and thought provoking work.....

winter swan (Poetry) - 9/17/2006 12:38:28 PM
Beautiful and the illustration of imagery in your words lines is expressed superb..... Thanks SOUL SIS

winter swan (Poetry) - 9/17/2006 12:10:43 PM
But they are so funny when these graceful birds land..

and then...? (Poetry) - 9/17/2006 12:09:38 PM
Good question...And then what? could be hell awaits of addiction, or freedom from saying no way.. Oblivion is no where for a young lady to be. Great message too....

and then...? (Poetry) - 9/16/2006 8:32:26 AM
I have admired your work for so long the style SOUL Sister,,,,, I had to stop by and read for often you have long intervals of silence but the wait is always well deserved....... Blessings and prayers, Soul Sister.

and then...? (Poetry) - 9/14/2006 4:27:52 PM
"...and then, what?" Isn't this the taste we have when we wait for something worse to happen." I'm happy whenever I see you here, Micha. Your poetry is what I need in a difference of pens and this is always a positive thing. Bless you Micha! Love, Susan

Intermission (Poetry) - 9/14/2006 1:04:15 PM
You have effectively recreated the moments and shared them via your verses here. Well done. Thank you. Love and peace to you, Regis

and then...? (Poetry) - 9/14/2006 1:02:24 PM
The question at the end sums up the feelings most effectively, Micha. And then what? Yeah. I know these emotions. Thank you for sharing. Love, peace, and strength to you, Regis

per il mio amico  (Poetry) - 9/6/2006 3:50:33 PM
You are an expert at saying much with few words. That is most effective and impactful, Micha. Thank you for sharing this offering. Love and peace, Regis

winter swan (Poetry) - 9/6/2006 3:49:06 PM
You paint such a picture with an economy of words that is most impressive, Micha. Thank you. Love and peace, Regis

and you said (Poetry) - 9/6/2006 3:48:16 PM
This most compelling, Micha; so emotively powerful that it drew me right in. Thank you for sharing this gift. Love and peace to you, Regis

Oasis (& 'Valley of the Shadow') (Poetry) - 8/12/2006 10:49:24 AM
I particularly like the triumphant tone of the ending but I do appreciate the whole poem. Thank you for sharing this offering, Micha. Love and peace to you, Regis

per il mio amico  (Poetry) - 8/4/2006 5:01:33 PM
what can i say but bravo!!!! i am inspired by your inspiration.

per il mio amico  (Poetry) - 8/4/2006 12:29:52 PM
per il mio amico vous là – poèt scieur tu découpes les mots, les pierres, et tu cherches – par les veines musculeuses de ce coeur ouvert... ouvert cru, tu découpes, construis, écartes, pousses la roche pleuvante voilée pourtant douloureuse et tu cherches – ta place -- l'amour.

per il mio amico  (Poetry) - 8/4/2006 5:38:07 AM
You've captured it well. I always marvel at how few words can convey so much. Elizabeth

per il mio amico  (Poetry) - 8/4/2006 3:56:05 AM
Strong word painting here in itself, this so accurately captures the heart and soul of the writer it should be Quoted at the Den's home page. Wonderful work Micha. Fee

per il mio amico  (Poetry) - 8/3/2006 5:51:27 PM
You could tell me that you were going to suffocate me in quicksand and if it was spoken or written in Italian I still would feel loved. Susan

winter swan (Poetry) - 8/3/2006 4:46:05 AM
Softly flowing...well done.

winter swan (Poetry) - 8/3/2006 3:32:12 AM
Excellant picture painted in this short but illuminating write, love the format as well, catches the eye. Fee

winter swan (Poetry) - 8/2/2006 7:03:16 PM
Wonderful indeed! Sandie May Angel a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)

winter swan (Poetry) - 8/2/2006 6:56:15 PM
~~Micha~~beautiful poem~~ ~~martin~~

winter swan (Poetry) - 8/2/2006 6:39:52 PM
Sing your song sweet Micha Swan and fold your wings only To rest...your fans need you here. Love, Susan

winter swan (Poetry) - 8/2/2006 6:29:06 PM

just words? (Poetry) - 6/26/2006 7:19:36 AM
words words mothafuckin’ words twisted wrapped 'round forked tongue dripped deep down sweetbreads seductive words of love dribbled and when hated flicked and flung far till turned blue

Intermission (Poetry) - 6/24/2006 8:54:19 AM
I felt as though I was your shadow this is wonderful work.

just words? (Poetry) - 6/21/2006 6:01:55 PM
Words tend to have a life of there own and even in this write questioning the very essence of writing and what a writer tries to portray there is life and breath at work that grows stronger each time it is read. Fee

Intermission (Poetry) - 6/21/2006 6:00:05 PM
Wonderful soul memories that stick in the mind like a warm stew on a cold day. Your heart walked down the street in sync with the bag lady as you felt her life walk on by. Fee

Intermission (Poetry) - 6/21/2006 5:39:14 PM
There is more value and kindness in street people than most will ever know. This reminds me of "Sweet Geraldine" a woman from the streets of Savannah. She entered my life for a reason and we both gained value from the time we spent together. Please read "Sweet Geraldine" if you would like to meet her through my poetry. She's gone now. Thanks! Susan

Chrysalis Shorn {Prose/Mature} (Poetry) - 6/15/2006 9:24:30 PM
Without a doubt a splendid canto. You are a magician of allegories, words and feelings and did it with sophisticated class. This is a sacred song.

Voiceless ( A Muse, Away) (Poetry) - 6/15/2006 9:12:41 PM
So the Muse though silenced also hears the ricochet of your warbling echo bounce off the moon

bared (Poetry) - 6/13/2006 5:17:21 PM
heaven's darkening skies hell's truth and lies the core laid bare upon a shore of fear and daring one to... hear. Your insight into the deeper regions of the soul amazes me. This is a beautiful pem. Susan

Oasis (& 'Valley of the Shadow') (Poetry) - 6/11/2006 11:21:46 AM
Welcome back. Your poem so unlike your previous sounds like a psalm

Oasis (& 'Valley of the Shadow') (Poetry) - 6/11/2006 9:47:11 AM
Dear Micha, Good to read you again! This poem is very inspiring. May you wake every morning in that peaceful oasis. Love & Light, Joseph

Oasis (& 'Valley of the Shadow') (Poetry) - 6/10/2006 10:05:43 PM
A compelling and moving piece, Micha Julian, combined with the artwork, it brings, to my imagery template, such a shine of enlightenment, I can't convey its depths. As I gaze again upon the image, I read more than at first, within the poem... A truly satisfying mixture of image and words. Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen

Oasis (& 'Valley of the Shadow') (Poetry) - 6/9/2006 5:07:43 PM
Micha I agree with Susan below completely Your poetry and faith is awesome.. Peter

Oasis (& 'Valley of the Shadow') (Poetry) - 6/9/2006 4:14:22 PM
YEH!!!You're back and I am so very happy to see you here. Where are you? Ypur poem here is rich in spirit and faith and you...You're Back! Love and peace Micha! Susan

Make Believe (Poetry) - 4/7/2006 11:09:57 AM
penetrating sense of yearning and dismay ...

Make Believe (Poetry) - 4/6/2006 7:46:35 PM
Your plea for reality of what you see as a mirage is so soulful and penetrating, Micha! I hope you get the results your heart is seeking Excellent work! Eileen

Make Believe (Poetry) - 4/6/2006 6:30:37 PM
With such heart-wrenching poem many a ruffian will come to the rescue I am just a Gypsy would-be Tarzan or rather wannabe... lol Ok, my silly cap aside this is quite an inspiring poem. You have a knack for veracity and a perfectly original voice throughout your writes. As for being Pandora, it's only what you make of her. Happy writing!

Make Believe (Poetry) - 4/6/2006 3:58:45 PM
Micha, I felt the yearning, the pleas for assistnce and love. Your romantic heart keeps climbing and the is a bond. Love and peace, Susan

They Say It's Like Riding a Bike (Poetry) - 4/4/2006 5:44:24 PM
I don't think I've ever learned how to "ride" properly in this life, Micha. Thought-provoking verses. Thank you for sharing this gift. Love and peace to you, Regis

And as a fool... (Poetry) - 4/4/2006 5:42:09 PM
If you're a fool, then I'm a fool and I feel in good company, Micha. So well expressed and shared is your creation. Thank you. Love and peace to you, Regis

Eve's Madness (Poetry) - 4/4/2006 5:38:47 PM
Your brevity of expression has power of meaning, Micha! Thank you for sharing your gift. Love and peace, Regis

Paint Me! (Poetry) - 4/4/2006 5:34:29 PM
Wow, Micha! You make me want to be a painter. Beautifully and meaningfully expressed. Thank you. Love and peace to you, Regis

Paint Me! (Poetry) - 4/4/2006 11:19:21 AM
Absolutely brilliant Micha! You capture here the spirit of many an artist brush. Love & Light, Joseph

Paint Me! (Poetry) - 4/3/2006 6:44:44 PM
Passion is the artist...contentment is his art. Your poem is striking genuis in the way you see these incrdible artist. I am particularily attracted to Picasso's blue period and my main squeeze would be Salvador. Love this! love it! Susan

And as a fool... (Poetry) - 4/2/2006 9:02:01 PM
of note "inside scars" that never heal always raw Most happy when keep on writing!

Paint Me! (Poetry) - 4/2/2006 8:52:35 PM
I remember these Good to see you back I used to paint expressionist throwing buckets at a fan with my body for canvas lol

Paint Me! (Poetry) - 4/2/2006 8:02:57 PM

Eve's Madness (Poetry) - 3/31/2006 5:39:35 AM put so much in so little.too good!!!

Eve's Madness (Poetry) - 3/21/2006 7:38:09 AM
Splendidly expressed. Isn't it funny for a comment to be longer than a poem Wicked Eve still coils 'round the appletrunk shakes its foundation but the apples still cling on lol

winter swan (Poetry) - 3/20/2006 1:27:32 PM
what a lovely way of looking at winter :)

Your heart... (Poetry) - 3/19/2006 7:46:41 PM
So few words. So meaningful. A true gift, Micha. Thank you for sharing it. Love and peace to you, Regis

Confessions of an Unstrung Mind (Poetry) - 3/19/2006 7:45:39 PM
"She's come undone..." Reminds me of the "Guess Who." Nicely composed and shared, Micha. Thank you. Respectfully with love and peace, Regis

winter swan (Poetry) - 3/19/2006 7:43:18 PM
I am caught up in the enchanting aura created by your verses, Micha. Thank you for sharing this gift. Love and peace to you, Regis

Confessions of an Unstrung Mind (Poetry) - 10/20/2005 4:51:24 PM
This is lovely work, Micha. I've missed reading you.

Driven by Myth (Poetry) - 4/12/2005 1:38:38 PM
no longer who I once was, stand, agape and sore, worn, weary and knowing that from this chasm, I must rise. Then, a moment, gone! Fled, forever... Once again, quiet. And so very still. Sorrow and stillness. Dry tears and wonder.

if she cannot.... (Poetry) - 3/18/2005 3:41:58 PM
I love your work so much. Best wishes always to you and yours from your fan kay.

And Hope? (Poetry) - 3/5/2005 7:31:10 PM
Very expressive Mica and a well written. Such deep thoughts beneath the surface of this one and I always find that intriguing. Sherry

if she cannot.... (Poetry) - 1/26/2005 6:09:50 PM
Meaningful and enthralling verses; the whole poetic creation is inviting. Well done, Micha. Thank you for sharing this offering. Love and peace. Regis

if she cannot.... (Poetry) - 1/4/2005 1:15:12 PM
Hello, Micha-mi. :) I've been thinking of you... I hope you can see how this you-Now was me? The pain of self, the dread of life, the ache for love, all perfectly expressed by you/me. Who will love you? Me, for one. I love you, I am not the flame, but, I'll be here until you find both >>I < < and We. Showing colors, whether scorched or shiney new, is what need to do before we CAN be free. Fly, Micha, love. Your friend always, Erin Elizabeth

if she cannot.... (Poetry) - 12/8/2004 1:42:00 PM
This was excellent, loved this form of poetry, just outstanding, Reindeer

Tendrils (Poetry) - 10/11/2004 1:45:16 PM
This has so much meaning, of course, all personally relative. Very good work. Hugs, Tami

Brown 'Silky-Stuff' Pajama Tops (Poetry) - 9/10/2004 1:48:59 AM
Emotionally saturated writing with that perfect recipe of blended creativity & talent which escalates you as one of my favorite writers! Best Wishes, Chuckie

Caring... (Poetry) - 8/20/2004 6:43:22 AM
This wonderfully expressed and heartfelt message reminded me of the song lyrics... "You always hurt the one you love, the one you should never hurt at all."

Friends, Love, Spirit... A Dance with Me (Poetry) - 8/15/2004 4:25:32 PM
A very thought provoking piece of poetry Micha. I read through it twice and each time it brought out more emotion.

Fools and Angels (Poetry) - 8/4/2004 3:27:54 PM
but we are all fools in this....stunning piece here!

Confessions of an Unstrung Mind (Poetry) - 8/3/2004 5:08:11 PM
everything is meant to be and it shows in your works! to be "unstrung" is truly a gift! wmh meechi wmh richard

Driven by Myth (Poetry) - 7/22/2004 10:39:52 AM
ahhh,myths are made of what we hope always,you deliver a insightful glimpse...very good!!!

Flight (Poetry) - 7/10/2004 12:14:34 PM
i do miss reading you...this one does just what the title says...flies! wmh rp

Sleepyheads (Poetry) - 5/31/2004 6:45:56 PM
Oooooooooh, so sensual, with a touch of coy. Adore this, thank you.

Actress (Poetry) - 5/31/2004 6:41:41 PM
Whoa. Powerful and touching. Thank you.

Of Allegiances and Broken Lives (Poetry) - 5/8/2004 3:57:52 PM
omg....Mich...overwhelming stream.... so awesome to see you... love&light, **Mari**

Of Allegiances and Broken Lives (Poetry) - 5/8/2004 3:09:17 PM
wow. just wow. bright, inventive and evocative.

The Last Time, Again (Poetry) - 5/2/2004 5:06:40 AM
So well expressed, Michele. The analogy of the tape is great. Toss the crumpled tape and move on. Excellent. Thank you.

Actress (Poetry) - 4/26/2004 10:09:28 AM
I think we are all actors and actresses looking for a place to be welcome appreciated and loved. Beautiful writing from a lovely angel. Not smashing to bits, but rather rising above it all at last. Love, Elvis Fuzzley, The Bear that Loves to Read!

Actress (Poetry) - 4/17/2004 10:37:00 PM
This speaks right to the core of the soul. Thank you, Micha. Love and peace. Regis

Tendrils (Poetry) - 4/17/2004 5:58:27 AM
I love this so much. If I could give it an awardicon here I would. I just love this poem. The reader brings their own experience to reading poetry. This makes me think of my dad but it is all about how much he loved me and that he gave me tulip bulbs right before he died. Beautiful writing from a beautiful soul. (((mi-moo))) Love, Hoovsie

wondering... (Poetry) - 4/17/2004 5:55:58 AM
This is all that one really needs. You never know when it is right around the corner. (((mi-moo))) You capture so much in just a few words. Love and hugs, Hoovsie

Actress (Poetry) - 4/14/2004 9:25:45 AM
Wonderful description of the two lives many people lead...the one they show to others, and the one that comes from those darker places within. Excellent write!!!

Actress (Poetry) - 4/8/2004 6:12:55 PM
so true!!!!!!!!!! my goodness........very insightful!!! ps catch the movie.......Illuminata about actors!

The Last Time, Again (Poetry) - 4/1/2004 2:16:06 PM
This reminds me of an old letter I found.

The Last Time, Again (Poetry) - 3/31/2004 8:26:49 PM
Wow, Mich, this was gripping, rolling and oh, so poignant! An amazing piece of work, Mi. :)

The Last Time, Again (Poetry) - 3/31/2004 8:14:01 PM
i luv the fluidity in your style ...

The Last Time, Again (Poetry) - 3/31/2004 7:43:18 PM
This was so deeply moving, just touched my heart this evening, outstanding and so poignant, Reindeer

Actress (Poetry) - 3/31/2004 7:03:25 PM
This was excellent, I can relate so well, outstanding, Reindeer

Actress (Poetry) - 3/31/2004 3:14:45 PM
Oh Lady, this hits the gut like a hard punch, been there more than once. Blessings to you Sweet One, your poetry is perfection your heart is beautiful.

The Last Time, Again (Poetry) - 3/31/2004 1:37:24 PM
May that new leading man dance right into your film. So poignant and well penned. I love your work.

Fools and Angels (Poetry) - 3/30/2004 8:05:55 PM
I totally agree - EXCELLENT use of the language to create a provacative poem! -- stylish!

Etched (Poetry) - 3/30/2004 7:59:54 PM
Great etching my friend ... wow !!! Well written and powerful ...

They Say It's Like Riding a Bike (Poetry) - 3/30/2004 7:57:16 PM
I liked it a lot ... - it flows very well ...

Actress (Poetry) - 3/30/2004 5:01:40 AM
feels very close excellent piece felt it!!!

Actress (Poetry) - 3/27/2004 2:44:42 PM
Micha - A very well-penned poem - thoroughly enjoyed! Robert

Actress (Poetry) - 3/26/2004 8:25:23 PM
Very cool ending, loved that, and the second verse is great, too. Really enjoyed this write.

Actress (Poetry) - 3/26/2004 8:16:19 PM
just excellent!

Actress (Poetry) - 3/26/2004 7:34:22 PM
I have known a number of these "actresses," both in show biz, and off the road. You hit the nail on the head in this one!

Sleepyheads (Poetry) - 3/26/2004 7:17:48 PM
This is sensuality at its best Micha, cozy, cuddly, and full of affection! Superb write!

Sleepyheads (Poetry) - 3/26/2004 7:12:52 PM
Romantically captivating and pleasing, Micha. Love and peace to you. Regis

Sleepyheads (Poetry) - 3/26/2004 7:01:35 PM
A really, cozy romantic piece here!

Confessions of an Unstrung Mind (Poetry) - 3/25/2004 6:52:25 PM
sounds very coherent to me ...

Confessions of an Unstrung Mind (Poetry) - 3/25/2004 5:56:19 PM
Micha this outstanding write shows one reason for to the dilemma, you depict so well. All artistic minds have a super sensitive nature, some more than others according to other genetic and environmental factors. Many writers suffer from,depression, bi polar, and other mania, some of which are very serious. Mostly we who write often on poetry sites etc and have other professions etc have it less intense and to varying degrees. It seems the best thing is to keep writing, and to make it a point to learn ways to chanel this energy into other areas that will benefit us. I do meditation which is a curative method if you work at achieving silence, you can gain control of most situations. This is just a thought, and I hope you aren't offended. You are a gifted writer with an exquisite touch.

Confessions of an Unstrung Mind (Poetry) - 3/25/2004 3:02:28 PM
Micha, this was outstanding, I loved this, you have expressed this feeling so well, I loved this: I, simply, upon occasion, cannot see my own boundaries, along the borderline of what is and was... I suppose, meant to be. Reindeer

Confessions of an Unstrung Mind (Poetry) - 3/25/2004 2:02:46 PM
Micha...I kind of felt like Anna here... I was going to suggest making a nice cup of hot tea...and just putting your feet up...but I do realize all these words are running through your head and they have to come out...maybe a tape recorder would work...I can feel the anxiousness in this electric write....take care...floria

Confessions of an Unstrung Mind (Poetry) - 3/25/2004 1:59:25 PM
Wah! Micha... I loved this and it is going in my library. This is an apt description of a Bi-polar personality at the peak of its anguish. Take a look at my articles on this, and you'll see what I mean. You are a clever poet!

Tendrils (Poetry) - 3/25/2004 1:04:00 PM
Micha, So good to see ya again butterfly, Keep penning your heart.. For freedom does await, For ALL who seek her face.. Ah, the sun... She is shining on you now butterfly... Sincerely, Rodney Evan Bohen

Tendrils (Poetry) - 3/24/2004 6:52:58 PM
I like the style here… the repetition of both words and ideas. Nicely done.

Tendrils (Poetry) - 3/24/2004 6:11:24 PM
beatiful poem

Tendrils (Poetry) - 3/24/2004 5:51:19 PM
Micha, Your exquisite sensitive touch, penned a precious gem!

Tendrils (Poetry) - 3/24/2004 5:04:37 PM
(((micha))) this is GORGEOUS! just precious, so tender and loving--made me cry thank you, dear poet--BRAVA! you've reached in and planted loving tendrils in my soul, where they will be nourished and appreciated and where they will grow (((HUGS))) and love, karla. :)

To All the Poets and Poetessess (Poetry) - 3/23/2004 12:58:48 PM
OH, geez... not a poem to be read on a day with a migraine (!) Still, I managed to read the whole way through and, I must say, this is delightful fun. Seems it's best read aloud. Especially like the footnote. Tami

Brown 'Silky-Stuff' Pajama Tops (Poetry) - 3/23/2004 12:46:49 PM
Gawd, this is good. I love it when honesty simply pours out ...and it sent my mind reeling (everywhere!) Gawd, this is good. Thank you.

Whisper Me (Poetry) - 3/23/2004 12:39:57 PM
I LIKE this! Excellent work.

Driven by Myth (Poetry) - 3/23/2004 3:48:33 AM
This is so refreshing and delightful, Mi Bird!

Driven by Myth (Poetry) - 3/22/2004 10:02:06 PM
your mind's mythology is fascinating!

Driven by Myth (Poetry) - 3/22/2004 9:36:41 PM
Very creative.

Driven by Myth (Poetry) - 3/22/2004 6:51:51 PM
Your work is always so refreshing and good.

Driven by Myth (Poetry) - 3/22/2004 4:45:19 PM
outstanding intermingling of elements it soars as you read giving a feeling almost as human rockets in lift-off...Beautifully expressed, Micha!

Driven by Myth (Poetry) - 3/22/2004 3:59:17 PM powerful and excellently written, I loved this, Reindeer

Driven by Myth (Poetry) - 3/22/2004 3:44:52 PM
Visuals in this one Mia are so outstanding Soul SIS. "Ashes Acrid, stale -- yet, burning somewhere, signs of life? And I? I, no longer who I once was, stand, agape and sore, worn, weary and knowing that from this chasm, " Brava! I agree Oooo. Peg

Smash! Bound (Poetry) - 3/22/2004 3:24:38 PM
Okay, I wasn't expecting this from the title, but I'll tell ya sumthin' Girly - you never disappoint me. I never know what I'll be getting from you, but I never leave your work empty-handed.

Fools and Angels (Poetry) - 3/22/2004 3:20:28 PM
Like a lamb to slaughter. You are a vivid writer - one of THE most vivid I've ever read.

Driven by Myth (Poetry) - 3/22/2004 3:18:20 PM
That's it! Driven by myth - because we feel we're supposed to keep at it even though all that's left is the ashes. Oooooo - I adore your work!

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