I like this...it strikes various chords...thank goodness you can still lift the veil of adulthood and still remember those times as a child...funny how most poets can. Well done!
Reviewed by ya mama (Reader)
Reviewed on May 21, 2004
very well done. glad i stopped in.
Reviewed by Abe Rossi (Reader)
Reviewed on May 21, 2004
your writing amazes me...you have an aura of talent eminating around you...hmmm...maybe you are a God(ess)...captivating piece...thanx for sharing...for now...Peace Abel
I was once a god myself, I think I was either apollo or Zeus, but since I fell off the mountain, I have lost my powers, but I am afterall immortal... a special write, glad I stopped by to read it, Peace, Ed & rufuz
Robin Ouzman Hislop's poetry is certainly in dialogue with some of the key architects of the 'poetics of indeterminacy' – both the Modernist strands represented by the likes of Beckett and Stein, and the postmodernist strands represented, initially,
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Enter the pages of diaspora in quiet introspection. Bathe your thoughts with subtle humor; synchronize your spirit-sense with history-in-heat; fall headlong with eyes wide open into
my fearless childhood.
wonderful, insightful, intelligent, spirtual words here.......bravo........pax A