A World Within (Book) - 11/13/2019 6:04:08 PM
Good luck Danae with the book.
Never give up.
Peter
A World Within (Book) - 3/6/2016 7:20:49 PM
Congratulations on your book, Danae! Love and best wishes,
Regis
A World Within (Book) - 3/28/2015 10:34:51 AM
Set in the time period of 2006 through 2008, the book's title, "A World Within," doesn't really begin to describe how this dual plot line of reality and alternate universes interact with one another. Two characters, one, a psychiatrist with a singularly held belief in a young woman, and Aurora, whose honesty and integrity proves unquestionable as the story evolves, become caught in an Orwellian threat to neutralize a large community of clairvoyant minds attempting to ward off a government plot that would exterminate millions. Aurora engages in a daunting pursuit of both survival and the prevention of cultural genocide as the story's unique dual-world plot converges and diverges, overlaps, crisscrosses, loops around and doubles back, intersecting one another, and resulting in a race against the clock that seems doomed.
Mixing fantasy and reality genres succeeds by creating characters whose vulnerability allow the reader to identify without asking (as happens in many fantasy exclusive stories) to make a leap of faith that might prove unrewarding. "A World Within" and its careful interplay between the "now" and its "alternate universes" working in tandem to prevent a government-orchestrated demise is challenging and gratifying. Ms. Wilkin creates an exciting reading experience embellished with aplomb and panache.
Reasons (Short Story) - 2/12/2024 12:19:04 PM
Wherever you are, and whatever your state of affairs, you are loved from afar by many of your readers. I know something about depression, but you are too vibrant a person, too precious to those of us who care, to go untreated. Peace, love, and understanding to you. May you make a full recovery. edp
The Average Hitman - Chapter Eleven (Short Story) - 8/3/2021 7:33:29 PM
I took a moment out to read a chapter just to get a feel for how your magnum opus is progressing. Sure enough, it's as wild and wacky as I had hoped. That broken heel from your hero's foot is almost too laughable for me, but not to fear. I will persevere. Happy writing.
The Average Hitman - Chapter Eleven (Short Story) - 7/6/2021 12:18:44 PM
Pretty flaky, deciding to drive to Manhattan to fix Kip's Versace shoes, while being chased by a hitman, rather than focusing on the man who may be someone holding a fifth-grade grudge.
Haru sure seems to be an upstanding guy, decided to throw in his considerable arsenal and expertise on a side venture with no money, totally uncharacteristic. In fact your old story is becoming one great big paradox… More like a pair of ducks, finding out that both of them are drakes and therefore cannot continue to have eggs for breakfast. ;-)
You keep me coming back for more.
Ron
The Average Hitman - Chapter Ten (Short Story) - 7/6/2021 11:58:31 AM
I did find it amusing that Haru was upset with his son for following in his footsteps. A kind of dig into the real fact that many immigrants force their children into seeking high-level positions like doctors, dentists and lawyers with pressure that sometimes leads to their failure.
Also the controversy about the hit that was dead before he was dead. But nobody was on the bus to see what happened except maybe the bus driver who wanted to get off a charge of hit and run and was able to thanks to Kip's quick thinking on the matter.
It also is amusing to find that Kip was a bouncer. Typically bouncers are huge, tall men who do more to intimidate than actually have to fight disorderly trucks. Not some shorty who needs lift shoes and is quite effeminate. So I get the irony.
The plot thickens…
Ron
The Average Hitman - Chapter Ten (Short Story) - 6/30/2021 12:01:19 PM
Another strong element to this story is brought out in this chapter with two hitmen and Haru trying to figure out who is after them. Usually, in the standard hitman story, it's the target of hitmen who spend sleepless nights and habitual looking in a rearview mirror or over their shoulders. Here, it would appear that Charlene and Kip might have to be on an indefinite run. After this chapter, we might have to call this hitman trio a new slant of "dysfunctional families" as they do have their serious, and at times, humorous stories to tell. Thoroughly entertaining, even though the complexity of the story is reaching a boiling point. Onto the next.
The Average Hitman - Chapter Nine (Short Story) - 6/30/2021 10:01:31 AM
I had to copy the text and paste it into Text Edit because for some reason, your lines did not stay within the view window like sometimes happens and I couldn't read it.
Enter the Oriental far Eastern mystique. You have done that well. It seems that all of the best assassins rely on Eastern methods and people these days of culture and racial inclusion. And of course, memories of the legendary… Bruce Lee… But then, he was Chinese.
From my memory of Toledo, I don't recall any hills or neighborhoods where mansions like this could exist. Thinking only of California, or maybe upstate New York. But you have fiction writers' license making it happen in Mid-America. Along the Maumee, so to speak.
Do Japanese men wear kimonos? I think that's one of your little humorous digs.
Kip clearly shows his ineptitude with weapons.
I wonder what Haru has in store.
Ron
The Average Hitman - Chapter Eight (Short Story) - 6/30/2021 9:35:04 AM
Have been fighting a headache while reading, so not catching what I should. I guess there is humor in the idea of disposing of the body in a dumpster. Hit people know about DNA and avoid that cliché.
I missed the tall and short stack of pancakes but got a kick out of it reading the comments below. Also Kip's paranoia about Charlene's pantomime description of him at the front desk.
Ron
The Average Hitman - Chapter Eleven (Short Story) - 6/29/2021 3:57:58 PM
Wild business, trying to figure out the motivation for murder or just attempted murder. At least they have each other to bounce around memories and offer friendship and other treasures. I agree with Odin. Haru is quite a guy.
How could anything possibly go wrong with this setup? I'm sure we'll find out...
The Average Hitman - Chapter Eleven (Short Story) - 6/29/2021 12:54:46 PM
Haru is some kind of guy, eh? Letting them drive his prize whatever awaited them was generous, especially taking the classic into NYC where the cabbie gladiators love to play chicken with their chariots when traffic gets tight... which is most of the time. More back-story on Kip and a broken stiletto are surely foreshadowing some additional unique experiences for the duo. So, what kind of trouble have you in store for them?
The Average Hitman - Chapter Ten (Short Story) - 6/24/2021 3:05:48 PM
Complications and more complications...every way you translate it. What's next?
The Average Hitman - Chapter Seven (Short Story) - 6/23/2021 12:38:06 PM
Nice little ironic twist in the first kill. Having to shoot the dead guy in order to collect the money.
I forgot since the last chapter, damn short-term memory, why they are on separate floors. Blowing the hinges on a hotel door seemed a bit unnecessary and would make enough noise to wake half the hotel. Hinges are always on the inside so they can't be tampered with. Why shoot him in the foot rather than stomp him with a stiletto--shame.
I can just imagine them dragging this guy down several flights of stairs with his heels coming off each stair, bumpity-bump. A lot of noise, but much easier than dragging him upstairs. ;-)
Ron
The Average Hitman - Chapter Ten (Short Story) - 6/23/2021 3:50:48 AM
Thus far, Chazz and Kip have come up "short" in trying to figure out who would want Kip dead.
The Average Hitman - Chapter Nine (Short Story) - 6/22/2021 6:03:19 PM
Great character interaction. I enjoyed getting to know Haru better...I'd like to know more. Surely he's going to fit into this friendship with his own part to play?
The Average Hitman - Chapter One (Short Story) - 6/22/2021 3:20:02 PM
I love this unique story! Not just anyone with come up with this idea.
The Average Hitman - Chapter Six (Short Story) - 6/21/2021 9:35:21 AM
A lot of nuance going on in this chapter, as the two hit people get drunk and reminisce about their past and their "coming out" to face their fetishes and fears, by eliminating them, literally. Not too funny, but I'm looking for the humor in every line.
I never skated on rollerskates except those clamp on ones that didn't like uneven sidewalk. But I I skated a bit and chose figure skates over the more manly hockey skates. Their gliding on the rink reminded me of either Heaven's Gate or the time my girlfriend from Saskatoon (all Canadians ice skate well) in Redwood City where it never freezes, allowing her to keep me from falling as we pirouetted to the elevator music, unlike when I fell at the rink across from my college room and tore my bicep from my shoulder to my elbow. The biggest hit, man, I ever got… Twice.
Of course there are exotic hangouts in Ohio. One time my cousin took me a barhopping around Dayton. We ended up at the Minute Café conversing with prostitutes taking a break, but not partaking. Weird but fun.
Drinking vodka is either for those trying to disguise their breath or alcoholics. But the only way I could stomach scotch was on the rocks.
Why does one have to know Benihana knife work when gay stilettos will certainly kill the sucker who insults one's height?
You are really developing the story very well and I'm enjoying it very much. Just thought I'd toy with all the nuance along the way. ;-)
Ron
The Average Hitman - Chapter Five (Short Story) - 6/20/2021 10:18:53 AM
So now it's become a mystery. I hate mysteries. ;-)
At one point I thought that Charlene told Kip that her career was longer. And then, near the end, Kip tells her that his career is longer.
The poison is probably in the vial around her neck.
You reminded me of the daughter of the local Chevy dealership who had her mother's car from 16 and was the only girl in our high school who took shop courses. She was intriguing to me so I went on three dates with her. The first one was at a remote swimming hole, but we didn't swim and I think we were interrupted. The second, sometime later, when I tried to park by the side of City Limits Road, I slid into the ditch with both wheels and we had to walk back to her father's house where he came and pulled me out, ending the night.
During spring break, my roommate who had a convertible and I were in Madison where she was going to school at the U. I lined up a date with her, but she stood me up. She was a barfly and I believe, flunked out. Married and industrialist. I think she would've made a good hit woman.
Ron
The Average Hitman - Chapter Four (Short Story) - 6/20/2021 9:35:23 AM
I guess that's one way to do a thorough background check. I am expecting a foreground check to occur of this is a true hit woman/man story. Getting off sitting on the bed and getting in the bed, usually undressed, is a required function. Speaking of which, I forgot reading the last chapter 3 days ago whether Charlene/Victor is bi/gay/trans or just a good actor with good makeup.
And I was confused when Kip asked her to explain her research, and then, she waved at the pictures on the wall and then didn't explain, but had him explain.
This may be part of the humor, but I'm terrible at mysteries and doubly terrible trying to find the humor hidden in these lines.
Ron
The Average Hitman - Chapter Nine (Short Story) - 6/20/2021 9:18:03 AM
Well, finally Kip has the pleasure of meeting Haru. I don't think he is what Kip expected. You've gifted Haru's character with a balance of traditional Japanese politeness and a touch of modern word choices that keep Kip wondering. So, what has Haru in store for Kip to experience, (besides cold sake--good touch) given Charlene thinks Haru is some kind of miracle for her own way of being the unique hitwoman she is. Next chapter, maybe?
The Average Hitman - Chapter Nine (Short Story) - 6/20/2021 4:35:34 AM
Kip knows when to make the other guy look a whole lot smarter--his secret weapon. He's playing it smart with Haru.
The Average Hitman - Chapter Three (Short Story) - 6/17/2021 1:22:55 PM
I'm beginning to see a little humor. We have a tendency to think of hit people and super intelligent. In this chapter we are finding out that Kip received the kind of high school counselor advice that I saw my brother getting when pneumonia took a chunk out of his junior year and his teachers did not give him a break. A bit of a dig against high school counselors that is ironic, but quite true. Aim for the mediocre.
Makes one wonder if Charles Victor and the Kipper will form a swimmingly coalition while getting to the bottom of the mark. Only reading on will tell.
Ron
The Average Hitman - Chapter Eight (Short Story) - 6/17/2021 10:45:51 AM
I appreciated Charlene's comment “Disposing of bodies sucks,” and wish I could have seen more of that side of her as they were actually disposing of the body. Dumping the body and dusting their hands off seemed rather cold. But they both have feelings and obviously care, so it'd be insightful to get their emotional repugnance for what they have to do in their work.
The dialogue sure runs smooth and sure sounds true to life.
Very well done.
The Average Hitman - Chapter Eight (Short Story) - 6/17/2021 3:31:22 AM
Had a chuckle over the sore spot of "short or tall stack" of pancakes. I hope Haru won't be a regrettable decision--three's a crowd and all.
The Average Hitman - Chapter Eight (Short Story) - 6/16/2021 5:45:31 PM
After a body disposal, your two hitters divulge more details on what might constitute the reason for this obsession someone has to dis Kip permanently. The dialogue is crisp, the waitress is... well, the always acceptable waitress with a snarky attitude, and the resolve to "Who might be the really, really bad guy" might be coming to at least... the next level. Now, will Haru be the Genie in the lamp, knowing more than might be safe to reveal?
The Average Hitman - Chapter Seven (Short Story) - 6/16/2021 12:59:22 PM
One of the best chapters yet. Very vivid, fast-paced, and perfectly clear. What a world. Wonder if Kip will question his justified kills down the road. After all, someone justifies killing him... Lucky he has a friend who understands so well.
Green Lamp (Article) - 2/2/2017 1:47:41 AM
enjoyed the read! Interesting, holds reader interest
Never stop writing!!
m
Green Lamp (Article) - 1/29/2017 7:09:08 AM
What an interesting job! I've done some scanning at home of all the old pictures that I have. But it would take quite an effort to scan all of the books that I have… Most that I have not even opened or looked at, let alone read.
I always tried to stay out of libraries as much as possible although one time I had my office in the library at Marshall University in the basement. It was just a cubbyhole, a graduate student carrel, but it was private (other professors had to share offices) and envied by some of my colleagues. I recall looking up information on microfiche and making many Xerox copies, usually at coin-operated machines. Google makes it so much easier.
I have seen those green reading lamps in libraries. I never read anything under them.
Ron
Befriending Loneliness (Poetry) - 10/15/2021 4:45:53 PM
“And hidden everywhere/Is a little germ/That brings down the mighty”. Excellent expression of this pandemic. You have captured the desolation and aloneness. This is a strong piece of poetry. ~~ djl
Befriending Loneliness (Poetry) - 9/30/2021 9:41:23 AM
Powerful sentiments. I'm so glad I don't have smoke-filled days, even the year that an area the size of Rhode Island and Delaware combined burned in Texas. The prevailing winds did not bring that smoke here.
So I can see that the isolation of the pandemic, combined with bad air if you went outside and the emptiness of "friending" on social media, can combine for those of weaker disposition to turn to depression until the sun shines through the smokee and the threat of the pandemic subsides.
So glad you're coming out of the funk and can write again.
Ron
Befriending Loneliness (Poetry) - 9/29/2021 2:22:21 PM
As your insightful poem posits, there is a slow stealth-like suffocation taking place that is forcing far too many into isolation. And, as the news continues to report, isolation converts to frustration, to anger, to violence. Would that more people who are slaves to innocuous uses of the internet could read your poem, perhaps some changes could at least be contemplated. An arresting poem.
Befriending Loneliness (Poetry) - 9/29/2021 1:53:38 PM
When Nature crashes in tidal waves, the carnage is everywhere. But she always leaves an opening for those with enough strength and courage to get back up and slowly continue on. Like you. You are always a breath of fresh air because...you care. And I am at least your second most devoted follower. Ed
Pale Skin (Poetry) - 4/30/2021 7:13:51 PM
My Nation with France has blood and guilt on its hands.
The US forces have to read his book to understand the nation and culture.
Had Britain listened and not just drawn a line of segregation, how different peoples lives would be.
Indeed, after everything, he died on his bike, if he had not?
Hmm, I dread to think how massively high your IQ is.
Pale Skin (Poetry) - 4/12/2021 8:59:03 AM
Lawrence was an adventurer, the ultimate risk taker, and certainly was a standout in his time because of his eyes and skin in the Middle Eastern desert where he befriended the Arabs. But it was his brashness that stood out among other men that may have happened through that region from time to time like Marco Polo. Ultimately, that led to his early demise.
Recently, another brash man of a different color and eyes, wrecked his car at twice the speed of what required for Mulholland Drive. Tiger Woods, instead of leading Bedouins to war, has conquered Western golf, light skinned women, and sold Buicks to Chinese.
You have captured the mystique of Lawrence of Arabia so beautifully in this analysis of his life. But you have to give Peter O'Toole credit for those amazing pale blue eyes and Omar Sharif for their equally brilliant performances bringing the tale of Lawrence to life.
Ron
Pale Skin (Poetry) - 4/12/2021 5:33:06 AM
I believe that life comes at us from a thousand different directions. Only a fool learns nothing from each confrontation. But only a few have made an impact on me. Socrates started it with his observation that the unexamined life is not worth living. Galileo said "You have a brain, use it." George Linneaus Banks gave me a bit of guidance with his beautiful poem "What I live for." But Horace Mann ripped at my guts with his challenge "Be ashamed to die until you have done something worthwhile for humanity." Yes, and I read your words very carefully because they simply ooze wisdom and love. I also try to find meaning from the TV series "How the Universe Works." I trust friendships like yours and Odin's.
Pale Skin (Poetry) - 4/11/2021 1:08:36 PM
Would that mainstream reviewers of fine films addressed Lawrence of Arabia with a smattering of courage to allow poetic language to describe the essence of the film as you have, rather than the traditional praises or condemnations ala media language. You’ve deftly given the reader a poetic reason to watch or re-watch this masterpiece, for today’s films are far removed from the depth and human understanding and lesson inherent in Lawrence. Bravo!
Dulling Sleep (Poetry) - 4/11/2021 5:20:35 AM
Danae, you are the Savant of the Northwest. You have diagnosed my malfunctioning circuitry well, especially my sleep deprivation and that living room/bar scene. Whence comes such wisdom? And what can be done about it? I guess the Big Crash will tell the rest of the tale.
Dulling Sleep (Poetry) - 4/10/2021 3:34:12 PM
There are so many ideas about sleep and avoidance. Many people sleep but a few hours a night. For me, it's the proverbial 8. But there are times, not unlike your shared experience here, that arrest unique ideas about the nature of sleep, leaving me often with the same last thought: So why Sleep? Loved the succinct way you weaved your own unique interpretation.
Madness (Poetry) - 4/10/2021 8:32:49 AM
While I struggle sometimes with sleep, it is no longer over struggles with individuals at work who treated me badly, but from spasms, itches, aches and pains from being unable to move or even scratch what inches. You are describing another kind of wakefulness. One that comes both night and day with thoughts that are confusing and fighting with one another for attention.
And, the dealing with temperature that I am finding more difficult all the time is certainly a symptom of menopause that women are more generally faced with than men.
As always your poems require thought and sometimes difficulty of comprehension. But as Odin pointed out so eloquently, filled with all kinds of poetic genius.
Ron
Madness (Poetry) - 4/9/2021 4:54:05 PM
What Odin said. HaHa
Three weeks ago I thought I could fly. Bad idea.
Mashed my face on the sidewalk and knocked myself cold.
Not a good idea at 3 AM. Now I'm wondering what I might
try when I no longer know who I am. Will anybody care?
Don't answer. Will I care?
Madness (Poetry) - 4/9/2021 3:37:06 PM
As you so deftly point out, there are alternate worlds of nocturnal chaos that cry out to be expressed, understood, and hopefully made productive in the wakeful state. Yet, for your 3rd person protagonist, such results may be difficult to realize. Yet, for such people, often the struggle is served well by finding a means of expression that might reveal and ground the pain and lostness that such emotional conundrums can inflict. Aside from the essence of this gem, the structure that takes us into a number of points of view was a perfect complement to the subtext that abounds with her concern for perception. Deep, yet accessible to any and all.
Madness (Poetry) - 4/9/2021 12:41:59 PM
You speak so many of my thoughts, Danae, especially the beginning "the inner recognition that one’s faculties may no longer be trustworthy." Shivering with the loss of sleep
Chemistry undone
It winks at her
That place between
Sanity and otherwise.
Your brilliance still burns though all. Now I am going back to my heating pad.
The Heming-Way (Poetry) - 4/9/2021 9:34:53 AM
I watched all three episodes. My greatest impression was that Hemingway broke all the writing rules and still became an international phenomenon. But he was so fortunate to not have to care about a livelihood with the wealth of his family and his second wife to carry him through life like a rich man, experiencing death close up, especially by going to war as a correspondent but getting into it like he did as an ambulance driver in the war to end all wars. Surviving his first real brush with death. Enough for a lifetime, but he always sought more.
I have been accused of writing fiction from my life experience. Hemingway wrote his life and it was so interesting, that readers couldn't put it down. Eventually even making up parts of his life that weren't even true to carry the myth beyond.
I have not read Hemingway like you have, but I did read The Old Man in the Sea and was mesmerized by the tale. Like him, I always sought adventure, but on the cheap. My cousin lived a life more like Hemingway.
Thank you for these verses that cover much of what Hemingway's storied life revealed. How he could convey emotion and detail when the world was coming apart around you like nearly no other. For we know not for whom the bell tolls.
Ron
The Heming-Way (Poetry) - 4/7/2021 11:48:48 AM
One only has to watch the documentary with its non-cliche depiction of the writer to know that both Burns and Hemingway remain at the top of their game. Your stanzas of overview are perfect in their sense of mystery and intrigue, just as Hemingway would wish it, I'm sure. Thanks for alerting your readers to this most outstanding documentary.
Brainscape (Poetry) - 4/6/2021 12:53:20 PM
I don't know enough about PTSD to fully appreciate your poem. Guess I've been afflicted by it...for many more than 25 years, revisited, and still have it. That's the curse of the afflicted. I'm a bad student, Danae, but I love your poetry.
Brainscape (Poetry) - 4/6/2021 8:11:32 AM
I find that several writers here claim to be bipolar. I have not studied psychology enough to understand the mood swings that people endure. Generally not in my experience until rather late in life. Although, those bullies that I encountered in my late teens may have been bipolar because they could be very good buddies until they drank and became mean and bullied anyone they felt they could beat up without getting repercussion.
I have encountered people with PTSD, generally veterans from Vietnam. What they tell me is consistent with the shock they felt when encountering horrors of war they never expected from a buddy being shot right next to them and dying to firing into a hooch and going inside and finding a mother and baby dead from his gunfire. One friend had to crawl into tunnels and place charges to blow them up. He said to me, "Sometimes the Vietcong kept village prisoners in those tunnels." His nightmares were about killing those innocent people.
I have little trouble understanding the deep meaning of your poem with the specifics you have revealed, so I cannot comment legitimately on what you wrote. It's personal for you and those others that may have been involved. Are you both bipolar with PTSD?
Ron
Brainscape (Poetry) - 4/5/2021 1:36:47 PM
An enigma into reality, or dress rehearsal into opening and closing night. This was a magical bit of wordsmithing that led the reader down many unknown paths until the end, akin to a maze of emotional memory and or anticipation. One could also see this as a poetic investigative inquiry into one of the major quandaries of our age: cause and effect... behavior dilemma to be solved. Fascinating piece. Kudos.
Chemical Warmth (Poetry) - 4/5/2021 1:26:22 PM
The conundrum of healthy vs unhealthy drugs is given poetic staging here with images in question that truly allow us to ponder any and all we might be digesting ourselves. The impact on the way one thinks and behaves is rendered one big question mark. Do some behave because of the drugs they imbibe, or do the drugs do the behaving, i.e., who is master and who is slave becomes the question. You've penned the kind of poetic thinking that is truly worth the time to read multiple times.
Long Shadows (Poetry) - 2/14/2021 5:03:56 PM
I find my healing in prayer, nature and writing. Beautiful, honest poem.
Long Shadows (Poetry) - 2/13/2021 9:18:30 AM
One way to write it out. Get rid of the thoughts that haunt. The thoughts that hark back to a time when innocence was taken advantage of by harsh and cruel behavior manipulation and abuse.
Keep breaking free with every word and when you reach those golden years, live them in a golden way with no regrets and no more bad dreams.
Ron
Long Shadows (Poetry) - 2/11/2021 2:50:18 PM
I could spot your poem in a roomful of poems without names
attached. Few adjectives and adverbs, nouns that fit perfectly,
and always a fresh portrait of a story that I have never read before--or even thought about. Clean lines, sharp wit, great ending.
Long Shadows (Poetry) - 2/11/2021 2:32:03 PM
I hope it is true that some people can overcome the horror of abuse. I am 70 now and it still seems to control my life in one way or another. I could never express it in the most elegant way that you do, Danae. Sad, but moving in a haunting way.
Long Shadows (Poetry) - 2/11/2021 1:41:07 PM
Your poem lays bare the struggles of many abused children and adults. The inner-sanctum most can retreat to for comfort and solace is denied far too many who suffer the out of control physical and mental behavior of those who would desire dominion and dominance over the innocent. Bravo for speaking out for so many, some of which many of us will come in contact within our lifetime. To those who do, compassion and love are perhaps the only time-proven healing powers such victims need. Again, bravo for your ability to poetically wordsmith such a complex subject.
Deep Currents (Poetry) - 2/8/2021 8:08:59 AM
I cannot know the psycho-bio resonance of your words, but I feel the purity of your heart, and mine is there beating with yours with every lub-dub it makes.
Deep Currents (Poetry) - 2/7/2021 2:20:33 PM
As your poem posits, there are many currents one can get drawn into in life, and your experience of how the gravity of sadness can pull one down is evident. However, beneath it all, there's hope for as you say: "Lava cools". Of note is the way you've woven your metaphors into each other, giving both a biological and psychological resonance that wordsmiths us into the currents with you. A memorable work to read often.
Winter Light (Poetry) - 1/21/2021 9:52:15 AM
I certainly appreciate "winter light," and the monochromatic white and dark of the snow-covered winter scene, but I had a little trouble with ashes being contained in a ceramic vase, unless they were set free to "fly forever" beyond the "Eastern point." Or at least that is as much as I could discern. As much as we are, "all talented," we also, all die, and I believe your poem is about that eventuality that I am looking forward to because my work here on this beautiful Earth, is basically done.
Ron
Winter Light (Poetry) - 1/2/2021 4:11:08 PM
To fly forever—a beautiful concept—expectant hope. Lovely.
Thanks for sharing the vision. Danae.
Winter Light (Poetry) - 1/2/2021 11:54:01 AM
An interesting fusing of life and death, allowing more of the oneness of life to be appreciated... perhaps even the oneness of death. There is celebratory resonance between the rainbow of life and shadows of death, for it can be argued that we all spend a part of our lives in pursuit of both life and death. I personally appreciate the poets that explore such dichotomies of separateness and their inter-relationships that often result in a confluent perception. If only more poets would give us such challenges of thought. Kudos.
Winter Light (Poetry) - 1/2/2021 11:45:44 AM
I am not cocooned in ceramic, but I would visit all those places beyond the eastern Point with you any time. You are still one of my top three poets on the den. This poem showcases your talent. Post a little more often, and I will nudge you back into the #1 slot where you belong. Glad you are safe and sound.
Cheetahs (Poetry) - 9/2/2020 11:35:20 AM
Insightful and powerful with apt and timely meaning expressed, Danae. Love, peace, and best wishes to you,
Regis. 🌺🍁
Cheetahs (Poetry) - 7/23/2020 10:20:13 AM
A perfect allegory for the human race using cheetahs as a stand-in for humans under lockdown. Many cheetahs are now confined to caged areas where they can rest from poachers and threats from other animals. Some are orphans. Some are wounded. But all are in danger from numerous threats outside the wild world, most humanly caused.
Kudos for your insight into the human condition under the pandemic. Stanford has an Internet forum coming up showing how the pandemic will create a more sustainable world for every creature, including us.
Ron
Cheetahs (Poetry) - 7/21/2020 12:43:45 PM
sad but true
Cheetahs (Poetry) - 7/20/2020 7:13:28 AM
The reality is indeed grim. They say the pendulum swings one way, and then swings back. I sure hope that's true, or we and many others will be gone and cockroaches will rule the earth.
Cheetahs (Poetry) - 7/20/2020 4:35:16 AM
"Rotting like us in ditches." Yes, it was bound to happen with the greed and stupidity of human kind. Sad but inevitable. You almost make me want to write again.
Outside, Inside (Poetry) - 7/20/2020 4:27:26 AM
When I read anything you have written, I feel like you are delving into my soul. The depths of your emotion are rare.
Cheetahs (Poetry) - 7/19/2020 7:59:24 PM
With a paucity of adjectives and adverbs, you have sketched a portrait of life that does not favor us and our centric notions that all of Nature is here for our pleasure. Instead, you have shown us that life is fragile from the simplest to the complex. Perhaps better said as "we have met the enemy, and we are it." Yours is a stark insight into this tangled web we weave around reality.
Cheetahs (Poetry) - 7/19/2020 6:25:51 PM
Indeed, we are the animal that’s facing extinction.
And we seem to be hastening it at maximum speed.
Cheetahs (Poetry) - 7/19/2020 2:28:14 PM
Intriguing read as one is left anticipating anything but the last stanza's segue into the poem's multiple metaphoric meaning. The mirror effect of pointing "at the endangered'animals'" lifts the poem to the level of empathy for all of nature... ourselves included. Kudos for the inordinate structure and flow.
Outside, Inside (Poetry) - 7/18/2020 11:42:03 AM
The handwriting is certainly on the train passing by in the drizzle that exemplifies waiting out the dreariness of not hearing others' laughter in public places, lost in our thoughts and days drag by waiting for this voluntary stopping to end.
Very emotionally presented.
Ron
Outside, Inside (Poetry) - 7/18/2020 11:32:46 AM
Such admittance of vulnerability is a major void in society today and such emptiness is largely driving our fear temperature higher and higher. Without purging one's hurt and raw feelings, the honesty and integrity of our daily perceptions will succumb further into "looking the other way" inevitably driving our feelings of lostness and futility into a sense of suffocation. Viva the purge!
Closing In (Poetry) - 6/30/2020 10:41:03 AM
Reads like a contradiction. Being able to go outside by the pool is a luxury that most do not have, especially those confined to small one or two bedroom apartments, unknowing whether their neighbors next door across the hall have the virus or not.
When I go outside on my little patio between the garage and the house, I can either smell the dust from the Sahara or the blooming jasmine from the garage I cannot see. Watch a little dramas taking place like that wasp, is one of the benefits of being outside where one can hear the birds and watch the plants change their seasonal garb.
Still, I can breathe. When I can't, I may have the virus.
Ron
Closing In (Poetry) - 6/29/2020 11:42:09 AM
great visuals here
Closing In (Poetry) - 6/29/2020 8:00:54 AM
Loved your imagery here. I think most of us feel the same way, and I would like to say it's going to get better, but unfortunately I think it's going to get worse before it gets better. Just hang in there.
Closing In (Poetry) - 6/29/2020 6:08:36 AM
I sense similar emotions of hope in your words, articulated so well by Odin. Good poets tell us of the dread in now, better ones remind us of the life we yearn for. When the cleansing rains come and wash away the dread, I will be there with you in spirit to celebrate.
Closing In (Poetry) - 6/28/2020 8:47:04 PM
With so much wanting to close in on those of us "conscious, it's no wonder that a surge of emotions would find its purpose in a poem of this stature. Both a personal pleading and a universal cry for beyond the long lost wake-up call. We are, as your wordsmithing points out, suffocating and hoping, trusting, that there is an answer and resolution to this, the Apocolypse of mind and heart being perpetrated by a twisted personage whose affliction must become a new entry into the DMS 5. Desperate images and words that allow us to sigh, and yet be given hope. Kudos.
Still Burning (Poetry) - 6/13/2020 12:07:05 PM
So poignantly you have reached into the depths of the thoughts someone oppressed, going all the way back the cruel and desperate lives in slavery. People bartered as property. Still treated badly for no other reason.
Kudos on this one. Very few poems strike you in the gut like this one does.
Ron
Still Burning (Poetry) - 6/12/2020 3:54:36 AM
a fine and timely piece
budd
Still Burning (Poetry) - 6/11/2020 10:55:16 AM
One word EXCELLENT
Still Burning (Poetry) - 6/10/2020 9:44:37 PM
"Take care, you say
Take care
How do I
when no one cares?"
So eloquent. Fine poem, from depths drawn.
Still Burning (Poetry) - 6/10/2020 3:31:37 PM
If only more of the populace could perceive the crisis as two-sided, as you have, that hate, like the virus, knows not who to attack, for as you so eloquently point out, hate is a pervasive dis-ease of the heart and mind, and again, like the covid 19, is a pandemic of social affliction. Yes, just how might it be to have these feelings of despair and hope that this be the moment in history when the powers that be will convert such feelings into the kind of action that could change the course of history. If not?
Paroxysms of Pain (Poetry) - 6/10/2020 9:27:53 AM
It's so good seeing your poetry again. In this case you have reached down into the deep bowels of hatred and exposed its evil like no other poet can. What you allude to is what has often been expressed with the words, "Rise up." No matter how beat down, no matter how much genocide applied, the oppressed always come out stronger than the oppressor.
Ron
Paroxysms of Pain (Poetry) - 6/9/2020 12:28:23 PM
With so much pain of late morphing uncontrollably, this is indeed a welcome testimony to the multiple ways one is expected to cope and understand the consequences of unabated hate and racism. You have poured your heart out here, purged the multitude of absorbed hurt and made the air a bit cleaner by your inspired wordsmithing. As others have said, "welcome back." Keep writing. We need your words
Paroxysms of Pain (Poetry) - 6/9/2020 9:23:02 AM
glad to see this
budd
Paroxysms of Pain (Poetry) - 6/9/2020 9:20:43 AM
Nobody but you can express these feelings in the elegant way that you do. Thank you.
Paroxysms of Pain (Poetry) - 6/9/2020 8:56:40 AM
She's back! And my paroxysms of pain are offset
by detonations of joy! The world is a better place
when Danae writes and my cares recede. Despite the
tragedy of the moment, this too shall pass. Welcome
home, Danae.
Disjointed (Poetry) - 7/29/2019 11:23:56 PM
poignant read, well said
Never Stop Writing!!
m
Disjointed (Poetry) - 7/28/2019 5:16:32 PM
When metaphor richness, e.g., thistle encroachment on the daisies, once again allows us to see through your writing that one cannot truly appreciate the fearless determination of innocence, without accepting and understanding beings live with threats of all degrees. From your inventive use of metaphor, we are given an identity with the reach your body of work gives us. We are the grateful recipients of another universal identity that this short, but thesis-like take on the simple reality of life's struggle, graces our reading preferences. Makes one wonder why anyone would wait their reading time with so much that passes and fails as Hallmark Card sentimental trite. Bravo.
Disjointed (Poetry) - 7/28/2019 8:55:25 AM
The title is appropriate for the thoughts expressed. I sense that something terribly wrong is taking place that you can't deal with logically and are expressing in a poem the nature of your plight.
Yes, the beauty of the daisies cannot exist without the prick of the thistle. Life is like that. Even the beauty sometimes comes with pain.
You reminded me of the Canadian Thistle. The only plant that survived foraging dairy cows in the pastures of my youth. In fact, the four prominent features of the pastures were the cow pies, dandelions, puff balls that we enjoyed stomping on to release the spawn. And the 3 to 4 fit high thistles with purple blooms that attracted butterflies and bees. Why farmers hated thistles so much, I'll never know. Perhaps it is because when thistles were in the hay, cows would not eat it.
Ron
Disjointed (Poetry) - 7/27/2019 1:38:40 PM
Getting totally involved with your inner self here, Danae. Wonderful passages and thoughtful verses you give the reader some absolute reality to govern your (our) life by. Excellent!
Disjointed (Poetry) - 7/27/2019 12:37:37 PM
I think reality will always be disjointed, and is what it is. We live in our own reality. I don't know if I missed the mark or not, but I read this as a cry for innocence lost.
Disjointed (Poetry) - 7/27/2019 12:11:54 PM
This is very touching, caring, and compassionate. It could only have been written by someone with a deep and abiding love for life apart from her own. That is one characteristic that separates you from the madding crowd, and it endears you to those of us who can sense it from afar. But it's only one. You have many more. Ed
Some Day (Poetry) - 6/29/2019 2:27:06 PM
Life can be some tough at times.
Hang tough
Peter
Some Day (Poetry) - 5/15/2019 6:21:25 AM
I like the poet's use of apostrophe, how she imagines her lover returning to her.
Some Day (Poetry) - 2/1/2019 10:52:36 PM
poignant read, too often we speak first and think later, it is the words said that cannot be unsaid that cause so much hurt
I am sad for the sadness in your words
never stop writing!
m
Some Day (Poetry) - 1/29/2019 10:05:46 AM
You have asked a question that haunts a lot of people, and even after experiencing a loss, and vowing not to make the same mistake again, people end up doing the same thing. We live for today without much thought about tomorrow. This was a very moving write, that really pulls on the heartstrings.
Some Day (Poetry) - 1/29/2019 9:36:40 AM
After that striking image, you wrote a even more striking poem. You wrote a mystery that can be discerned. People often go off to war one way, and come back, another. It is poetry like this that will eventually end the violence of war.
Ron
Some Day (Poetry) - 1/29/2019 1:11:18 AM
Silence is so piercing. It cuts in all the wrong places.
"Stop fucking with that car again" can be magical when spoken by
the right person. Even funny. I was once asked to speak to an audience of 6,000 people. They represented a big part of my life. As the hour approached, I did not feel up to the occasion. I went to my mom's grave and had a short conversation. Then I went and delivered my tale without a hitch. It was the right time and the right day to "come back." My own grave will be a lonely place.
Some Day (Poetry) - 1/28/2019 2:52:03 PM
Too late with the "I'm so sorry," because sometimes we get very tired of he hearing it, knowing they don't mean it.
Some Day (Poetry) - 1/28/2019 1:12:19 PM
I used to be that way. My teenage daughter was messing with drugs. She came home late one night. I was ready for a fight. But I paused and ask God, "What should I say?" Then I said if she would get angry and walk out the door I would still be her Daddy forevermore. I said, "I don't like what you are doing bit remember this, I am here for you and I will always love you." She held me and started to cry. She went to bed and NEVER stayed out late again. TRUE STORY! Amen!
Some Day (Poetry) - 1/28/2019 1:01:26 PM
It is increasingly difficult to come up with new ways to express my feelings for your writing. It always moves me. This little write is exquisite. You have my deepest respect.
Some Day (Poetry) - 1/28/2019 11:12:06 AM
As someone who has lost—though not a military man—certainly the man of my life, I can relate to the sense of loss and regret. Always wish I had said something more and done some things differently. Poignantly expressed, Danae. You certainly capture timeless grief.
Some Day (Poetry) - 1/28/2019 11:02:43 AM
With so many ways to express the honesty of military loss, this is a classic piece of wordsmithing to reveal the essence without false sentiment. Very well phrased and expressed with succinct emotions. Bravo.
Timeless (Poetry) - 12/28/2018 4:56:26 PM
I guess I'm but a comma in a long winded poem about two people who are lost and then found a home they could call their own. It is not about your poem at all but just a thought that struck me after reading your poem and is no way a connect to you wonderful poem.
Coup of the Mind (Poetry) - 12/28/2018 4:47:51 PM
One hell of a write.
Hooray for the Cliche (Poetry) - 12/28/2018 1:49:19 PM
By golly you have some thing there.
Urban Hope (Poetry) - 12/28/2018 1:42:40 PM
Sounds like a 42nd street picture around 505PM
Hooray for the Cliche (Poetry) - 12/25/2018 9:56:32 AM
A really cute rendition of many clichés that I didn't even know existed. I don't think that any cowboy worth his salt would eat anything other than salt pork and beans. And it has been scientifically proven, one time, that two snowflakes were exactly alike.
I think I know of a screenwriter writing about screenwriters. ;-) I love clichés and write using them all the time. ;-)
Ron
Alone (Poetry) - 12/23/2018 4:54:45 PM
Your poem rings a sad bell. It’s one of the hardest moment in a human’s life. I lost my mum at quite young age when I needed her the most and even though time has healed that wound, I do miss her a lot sometimes. But then I look into the positive picture and cherish all the lovely moments we spent together and it brings a smile into my face. Lots of hugs Danae🤗.
Hooray for the Cliche (Poetry) - 12/23/2018 2:43:01 PM
Yes, but...It takes a lot of creativity to write a long list of old cliches, a few new ones destined to become cliches, interspersed with humor, wit, charm, and a sprinkling of sarcasm to arrive at something akin to a new genre. Let's just call it Danae-isms for now. By any other name, it reeks of talent, and a high degree of intelligence. And that is a level of sophistication that few writers ever reach.
Applause, applause.
Hooray for the Cliche (Poetry) - 12/23/2018 1:49:08 PM
This was just excellent from beginning to end. There was so much truth in your lines, It made my head hurt. (pardon the cliche) As a society, it's amazing what we get suckered into. The world needs more free thinkers like you to point out the absurdities.
Hooray for the Cliche (Poetry) - 12/23/2018 1:36:40 PM
THIS is a BIG time creation, Danae(if I may call you by name.)
I loved every darn line, and then reread it to make sure I loved each line. I did. I most certainntly did. You are onto something special.
Hooray for the Cliche (Poetry) - 12/23/2018 11:44:06 AM
Ay, it's a sad truth. Humanity seems to struggle through, learning perhaps a bit, by sheer repetition.
Hooray for the Cliche (Poetry) - 12/23/2018 10:58:52 AM
Oh, yes. Those worn out phrases seem to have no end. Would that they might find their demise with fresh thoughts... for a change. As writers, we need to pay more attention to the creeping laziness that takes us over from time to time. We should probably all print this one out and post it close to our monitors for reminders. Great list.
Urban Hope (Poetry) - 11/9/2018 4:05:05 PM
As you so often demonstrate, human emotions and intellect are in the final analysis, controlled by the individual. Knowing NY well, as we do, it has always provided positive stimulation in the light of what many people only see as darkness. The five senses are always ready to take in all there is in the city and then choose how that stimuli can be seen for positive growth. Lucky are those who don't buy into the obvious, who see as you've suggested here, "warm blooded life was all around there for the engagement", even for pigs. Subtlety at its best in this compact piece of prosetry. Bravo!
Urban Hope (Poetry) - 11/8/2018 11:43:18 AM
How can anyone put it more eloquently than Ed. I rarely read AD any more, but if I go blind, I will find someone to read your incredible writing. If Ed ever gets you that rival, I want to know who it is. I will say it again and again. You are freaking superb.
Urban Hope (Poetry) - 11/6/2018 9:18:30 AM
I agree with Michael. The city can be a grind. But there is always hope, coming from a song like some of Simon and Garfunkel's… Bridge over Troubled Water, I Am a Rock and The Boxer, show us that the city can be a source of great creativity and hope for all of mankind.
But I still prefer the country to the city.
Ron
Urban Hope (Poetry) - 11/5/2018 8:30:04 PM
To many people go numb living in the city, and thus become a part of it. Grime, grit, and all. I loved the poem.
Urban Hope (Poetry) - 11/5/2018 2:51:49 PM
I'm always pleased to find such unique insight to the human condition that you reveal with each of your renderings. Oh hell, that's an understatement. I'm awestruck by it. You see where others cannot; you feel where others will not; and you express yourself so well that it moves me to find new ways just to tell you how much I love your style, your class, your engagement. You have one rival, and I will tell you about her at another time. Meanwhile, thanks in bunches.
Sepsis (Poetry) - 11/5/2018 1:36:43 PM
A potent piece - gripping and truth-telling of the world we live in. Your style is compelling and riveting. Certainly it is a wake-up call for those who need to we wakened.
Thank you for your energy and caring,
Myra
Tapestries of Justice (Poetry) - 9/24/2018 8:18:42 AM
I love the outrage, the innuendo and the truth hidden in this wonderful satirical piece.
I finally think I know why people want to have their bodies pierced. A ring makes a convenient way for them to be tied down and hauled around on a leash.
Ron
Tapestries of Justice (Poetry) - 9/23/2018 6:48:57 PM
Some say there is no justice even in the afterlife..."you'll get pie in the sky when you die--it's a lie!" Others believe it is our last chance: "O death, where is thy sting?" Another brilliant poem, Danae, reminding us that the bastards are everywhere, and our throats go for less than $20 on their shopping list.
Tapestries of Justice (Poetry) - 9/23/2018 4:04:03 PM
One tiny solution would be term limits, but honestly, I think we are too far gone.
As a very NON famous author wrote in 2012:
All that counts is the party and the pride
And the country is just along for the ride.
But you are right. The problems are much more wide spread than politics. It's an over populated planet.
Tapestries of Justice (Poetry) - 9/23/2018 3:21:19 PM
That's the trouble with a tapestry. You pull on one thread, and the whole thing starts to unravel. It's the same thing when truth gets blurred, and leadership becomes entertainment driven by ratings as they slit our throats.
Tapestries of Justice (Poetry) - 9/23/2018 2:22:53 PM
You are making very good points withing the poem. "one day, / The heads will roll." Yeah, but usually those who then come to power usually have to impress, and they usually become more influenced with "their" standing and it begins all over again. Its a rat race up there.
Tapestries of Justice (Poetry) - 9/23/2018 10:59:54 AM
History is such a teaching mechanism, yet far too few take the time to read it or watch it being made by sound journalistic reporting either in newspapers of integrity, or rational newscasts. Your piece here asks that we manifest longer-term attention, move away from sound bite and tweet play time and truly learn and act. Speaking of history... "Vote the midterms!" should be an addition to the other battle cries of historical survival in crisis mode.
Coup of the Mind (Poetry) - 9/18/2018 8:38:59 AM
Unlike the others I found the code difficult to crack. But there certainly were parts of this that I partly understood as some sort of lashing out against something that was greatly cruel in life… Religion?
Ron
Coup of the Mind (Poetry) - 9/17/2018 8:57:40 PM
Even though I quit believing 40 some years ago, I still carry some religious scars. I never took or made my kids go to church, so I hope they don't carry the scars I do. Other Than that, I really can't say it better than Ed. Good to see you posting again.
Coup of the Mind (Poetry) - 9/17/2018 6:04:55 PM
Ed said it all. You have a rare unshackled mind, a sad genius that has the wisdom of ages. You write when you are ready. If that is only every few years, it is still worth every word. Even the title of this one gives me chills.
Coup of the Mind (Poetry) - 9/17/2018 1:59:41 PM
What a powerfully creative discourse!
You have only condensed 2,000 years of BS
served up on silver platters by goofy looking men
in funny hats and make-believe chatter. Only an
unshackled mind leaves anyone free enough to
examine life without having to swim through all
that contamination that oozes up from the minds
of those who cannot think for themselves.
Bravo! Danae. And welcome back. At least Odin
and I need you.
Coup of the Mind (Poetry) - 9/17/2018 1:35:19 PM
A streaming expression that jumps off the page with the pin pricks and knife wounds of scars that continue to heal, yet linger as reminder that change of heart and mind's pacification is not accomplished by the mere flicking the "aha" light switch. Rather, such rewards come by allowing experience to express itself akin to a fading sunset that inevitably must rise again, the cycle upon cycle of life that assures time truly is a great healer.
Timeless (Poetry) - 7/21/2018 1:07:54 PM
Danae, this is timeless and gorgeous poetry. Much enjoyed.
Timeless (Poetry) - 5/26/2018 8:43:06 AM
I am on earth again but what a Timeless trip in the universe! Love, space and time are all one, created in the heavens, by the one true living God and there is no other! Great write, I am so honored to have read it! Peace!!!
Dark Candle (Poetry) - 4/24/2018 9:03:26 AM
Fantastically atmospheric,..
the wax, dust and smoke still lingers...
It reminded me of my first job working
in old Libraries...where my dreams
abounded...
I was not afraid...
It was where I dwelt...
Amazing work...
Diana...
On a Balcony in Rome (Poetry) - 4/24/2018 8:55:59 AM
Such a relaxing write...
Summed up in my Italian Teachers...(eyes closed)
"Ah...Roma..."
A total delight!
Diana...
Alone (Poetry) - 4/24/2018 8:52:07 AM
Every word of this poem evokes a profound response...
Does your midnight rain cry softly
as the pillow wetness so cold
Ceases to dry?
he lies just beyond
where you cannot swim
Wonderfully written Danae....
Diana...
Timeless (Poetry) - 4/24/2018 8:43:42 AM
My kind of writing!
We are told that the past present and the future exist
Simultaneously...
Curiouser and curiouser!
Diana...
Timeless (Poetry) - 4/23/2018 7:55:42 PM
A poetic journey lost in space and time. Much enjoyed!
John Michael
Timeless (Poetry) - 4/23/2018 6:59:03 AM
The images conjured up were striking, especially in those first two stanzas. I couldn't wait to read the rest. And then, you fulfilled the title mightily with the molecules atoms and quarks of consciousness leaving darkness and merging with the universe. Timeless is the word.
Ron
Timeless (Poetry) - 4/22/2018 12:33:28 PM
Good gawd, this is amazingly very thought provoking to say the least. You have a way of writing a chapter in a book, but in poetical style. THIS was a bit different, but one that I like very much.
Timeless (Poetry) - 4/22/2018 11:38:32 AM
To use a "down to earth" expression, Danae scores again with this light, buoyant poke at the limitations imposed on us by time. Is time an illusion, or are we delusional to think so? Either way, it makes for fun and thoughtful poetry, but only in the hands of a stellar poet whose feet are on the ground while her thinking is light years ahead of her time. A stunning write.
Timeless (Poetry) - 4/22/2018 10:38:40 AM
An existential journey into the realm of love's connection as it grows and ultimately emerges as one with the universe. Your work here brings fresh understanding of synchronicity and its many layers of growth until it accepts, as you say, "Children of contented hope." Enjoyed this transformation journey of what love can be.
Timeless (Poetry) - 4/22/2018 9:49:53 AM
I don't read very much any more, so I was happy to see you are still writing. This is so profound, it gave me chills. You are incredible!
Sun's Slow Bake (Poetry) - 4/14/2018 9:13:43 AM
forgive and forget the betrayal. . . till today the humanity cannot give an answer to this problem, including you and me. your mercy, your hope, your love are only yours. . . you cover the others with them and if without an expected respond, well, that's not your problem but that of them, as they are different people in different cases. Methinks the key word here is SLOW. We all will fail because of high speed we try to adopt calling it 'the modern progression.' Yes, but it is not healthy, at least ;)) Cheers, alex
In Russia (Poetry) - 4/14/2018 8:59:24 AM
more than 80 years the world does not know the WWIII. why? Firstly, because of the modern weapon fatal power and secondly because tycoons and oligarchs do not want to lose what they have already built up and gained -- what they possess is huge, a really huge piece of the world's economy pie. It seems to be the main factor of the so-called global peace. Now, V.Putin is the most popular man in the western world (Forbes) to say nothing of the rating in Russia. The global balance of forces? Definitely. It's all about the scope. What we know about Russia is our media product; what people in Russia know about us is their media product. To have an objective picture -- we cannot afford it today. it's too late; we're fully controlled, each of us. FSB or KGB or CIA or M-5, 6, 7. . . or FB or Tweeter they are all about one and only purpose -- the global balance of forces; all the rest is too traditional flaws of this world with its tons of tragedies at the end of the day. Cheers, alex
Sun's Slow Bake (Poetry) - 4/10/2018 9:34:07 AM
I really like the way you wrote this from the viewpoint of the sun. The sun is our source of life, whether we like it or not. And you covered all the bases.
Ron
Sun's Slow Bake (Poetry) - 4/10/2018 6:57:17 AM
Old Sol wears golden robes, and your poem did justice to her.
Sun's Slow Bake (Poetry) - 4/10/2018 5:21:03 AM
This is a very thoughtful and powerful statement not only of the importance of the sun to our existence, but of the interconnectedness of the good, the thoughtful, and the beautiful--the basic elements of philosophy. I marvel at the way you have made me think about issues of life in very kind and moving ways. "I wink to rise my waves, blurring the line between make believe and the long harsh truth, beaming of dial's shadow" is poetry many strive to achieve, but few ever reach. This composition is worthy of an honored place in the museum of life. Thank you for this treasure, Danae.
Sun's Slow Bake (Poetry) - 4/9/2018 12:04:36 PM
As your poem asks us to consider the duality of this life-giving star, to accept it’s worship-prone followers of old, and even today in parts of the world where ancient societal thinking still prevails, we are left to never doubt the power and life-sustaining gift we so often take for granted. Thank you for the reminder.
Dreams of Flight (Poetry) - 3/28/2018 1:04:11 PM
And we must all be changed...in the twinkling of an eye...then we'll fly away. I enjoyed reading your poem a lot. Very in depth thoughts, stimulating, and exhilarating kind of a journey you allow us to fly alongside you in these Dreams Of Flight!
Thanks.
Zach
Dreams of Flight (Poetry) - 3/14/2018 2:01:20 PM
it is all about the body and soul, and the latter represents an impulse of energy able to leave the body at a certain condition while dreaming. Such an occurrence is fixed literary many times with the main problem of that impulse return to the body. That part of the matter seems to me as a greater challenge to describe. Enjoyed reading. Cheers, alex
Dreams of Flight (Poetry) - 3/13/2018 8:47:00 AM
Welcome back. And what a poem you bring us! In a single piece you have delved into the very scientific and religious thoughts about dreaming and why it tends to be weightless. We all, including flying creatures, insects, birds and bats, are victims to the mass of our planet. Not only holding the atmosphere in place enabling us to breathe and to fly on its fluid existence, but to give us a sense of direction, up and down, right and left… An orientation and grounding.
In dreams, our mind is creating images that have no gravity… Hence, these images are flying. Lately, I have been flying out of bed in dreams to the point of waking up. Then, I discover that I'm still in the same bed I thought I flew out of.
Much deeper than my poem, A Flight of Fancy. Kudos.
Ron
Dreams of Flight (Poetry) - 3/12/2018 2:29:53 AM
happy to see you posting again
Dreams of Flight (Poetry) - 3/11/2018 6:51:50 PM
You absolutely nailed those 3 stages of life. Dreaming we can fly is the one dream common to all mankind. When I dream I'm flying, I'm like doing the back stroke. I wonder what that means?
Dreams of Flight (Poetry) - 3/11/2018 1:43:49 PM
The spirit of challenging the unknown, the mystery awaiting each night's slumber, the morning-after remembrance... it all has a collective purpose as the sleep state has been studied and a consensus prevails indicating that those whose dreams feel as though a catharsis has occurred have indeed tapped into that part of synapses rejuvenation thought to be essential for clarity of consciousness. You have obviously soared into overviews many of us long for. Keep dreaming.
Dreams of Flight (Poetry) - 3/11/2018 1:09:32 PM
First, welcome back, dear Danae. I missed you a lot. But what a super poem to come back with! You have prodded and poked at one of the great fantasies within the dream state. I wish I knew the precursors to dream flight because I do some of my best work from up there soaring with no power source other than my desire to take off the get up there. Oh yes, to wheel and soar high in the sunlit silence and to chase the shouting wind along. It's always a solo experience for me, but I wouldn't mind finding you up there somewhere near cloud #9. Great write.
Completion (Poetry) - 7/3/2017 6:30:38 AM
A very insightful poem filled with the anomalies created by trying to live up to what is expected from life. So emotionally charged and true.
As a result of religious belief, inculcated in law and in the minds of "average" people, love and marriage are institutionalized in the same. Thus, any deviation from what is institutionalized creates conflict, and sometimes anger or guilt. This is really unfortunate, because love and sex are entirely different things.
In a male-dominated society, certain sexual aberrations have been also institutionalized like mistresses, prostitution and old boy networks. Religion has made failed marriage as an indication of a failed life.
Love does not have to have sex or marriage to endure. It just has to be allowed to exist. By the same token sex is a natural need that should be also allowed to exist and not confined by law or forced monogamy. Your poem clearly shows the anxiety created through religion and state imposed rules about how we, as individuals, should behave.
Ron
Completion (Poetry) - 7/3/2017 5:37:54 AM
You've offered a metaphoric history of passion that presents a subtext of longing as well as acceptance. Your words suggest there are many ways to experience conjugal foreplay, as well as the foreshadowing of intimate questions difficult to answer, thus resulting for many, the experience of anticipation far outweighing the reality. Perhaps there are completions in sex that truly are more fulfilling with self-creation, a state of mind needing not the anticipation of nirvana, or the heartbreak of commingling fantasies.
Completion (Poetry) - 7/2/2017 6:21:59 PM
Sex is a subject about which I know only this:
If she ain't happy, ain't nobody happy.
Completion (Poetry) - 7/2/2017 4:24:03 PM
Sex definitely brings out our primal nature, but then again we're just animals to begin with. and because sex sells, we're constantly exposed. (pardon the pun) and titillated.
Sacred Virgins (Poetry) - 7/2/2017 1:45:49 AM
thought provoking sentiment, well said
m
Sacred Virgins (Poetry) - 7/1/2017 12:45:40 PM
As far as needs go, we all have the desire or the human race would not be growing like it is. But women need a nest, a safety net for their lives and their children. Men need women for support and to verify that they are men. When there is love, it's wonderful. When there is not, it is business. Like your last stanza states. I see no reason why a woman can be all of those things and CEO as well if she sets it to mind.
Ron
Sacred Virgins (Poetry) - 6/30/2017 12:18:55 PM
My thing is. If a woman doesn't need a man, so don't bother with them. Do yo own thang. Simple. Why in the world do we have to keep harping on it. Brings back the sixties. Bah!
Sacred Virgins (Poetry) - 6/30/2017 11:50:34 AM
My walking around investigative skills tell me that most men do
need women, while most women also need men. The intensity of those needs is sorted out individually, but that is a minor distraction from you valid and well-stated observation: Be yourself, and be proud of it. Bravo, Danae!
Sacred Virgins (Poetry) - 6/30/2017 10:32:57 AM
Odin agrees that women don't need men. Hmmmm. My wife and daughter both know I'd take a bullet for them, and it is not that long since even in the developed nations our primary role was as protector.
And just this evening a loud scream emitted from the shower room. Grandad rushed through thinking some disaster has happened, arriving just as a sobbing ten year old emerged. "There's a giant spider grandad, a giant spider," Becky said. Grandad of course dispatched the beast which had a leg span about the size of a peach stone, to a better place. we still have our uses.
Good poem, but in Wales, the most Celtic of the British nations, there's an old saying, "A Welsh woman has to be a miser in the market, an epicurean in the kitchen and a whore in the bedroom.
So in Wales at least the answer to your question is 'yes, you can be both.'
Sacred Virgins (Poetry) - 6/30/2017 10:17:36 AM
Isn't that what role playing is for, and don't forget, men can be virgins too.
Sacred Virgins (Poetry) - 6/30/2017 9:58:11 AM
I guess it all boils down to one's experience, for no one else can make the definition for us. Yes, I would agree partially with your thought that women don't need men, but I'd add to that, a man can add to a woman's life positively, if the carnal pursuit remains in perspective. As you've heard me express before, my belief is that sex is highly over rated, or perhaps over fictionalized.
Alone (Poetry) - 6/27/2017 5:52:06 AM
Can say it any better than what Ron has done. I know the feeling also- I have suffered a great loss years ago, my darling wife, Florence.
Alone (Poetry) - 6/26/2017 10:44:58 AM
You are expressing very personal experience in your poem and relating it to the depths of the sea. There is a sadness that comes from losing one so close that has a hard time going away.
I haven't experienced that yet, and hope that I never do. But my old friends and classmates are dying off and will if I live a very long time, leaving me alone to contemplate what I've lost.
Ron
Alone (Poetry) - 6/26/2017 6:58:45 AM
There is both the sense of hope and despair in this eloquent exploration into the aloneness everyone feels one way or another. I particularly cared for your last stanza:
No.
Shadows pour.
You slide off the shelf unconscious.
Though you smell him,
he lies just beyond
where you cannot swim.
Where you cannot sink.
Alone
Here you've brought the contrasts of your thinking into an enigmatic visual that, as I said above, conveys both the hope and despair that is part of the risk of being alone. Excellent phrasing and use of vocabulary.
Alone (Poetry) - 6/25/2017 11:11:53 AM
"Where has it all gone?
That hope you once knew?"
Oh my, I have long since used up all my hope, Danae, these days I am just hopeless. I enjoyed this poem, it was deep and worthy7. Excellent write!
Alone (Poetry) - 6/25/2017 10:02:00 AM
There are certain places where each of us must
"go it alone," where even our friends and lovers
cannot gain entrance. You have told us about one
as only the mind of Danae can describe these treacherous
waters. Superbly.
Sepsis (Poetry) - 5/28/2017 6:28:00 AM
Another right on, in depth write. I feel the poor will succumb, and the wealthy have themselves protected. If they can get rid of us, many of the catastrophes will self-correct, just d/t fewer consumers. If you don't know who Robert Mercer is, look him up. Horrid man. I ramble; great write, as usual.
L
Sepsis (Poetry) - 5/28/2017 6:22:30 AM
Every time we seem to take a step forward, it seems we take 2 back, and the way our current president is rolling back regulations it will only get worse. When will we stop being greedy corporations useful idiots.
As Ron said, well written and sadly expressed.
Sepsis (Poetry) - 5/28/2017 5:50:31 AM
I thought we lost you… But you're back with a vengeance with this piece of art/truth that we seem to want to, but can't ignore. The ocean is the canary in the cage. It's increasing temperature and acid content is of much concern for many reasons. Coral bleaching is only one of the symptoms leading to a catastrophic release of methane. While we all vegetate in front of our television sets buying the latest commercial fad designed to numb our minds and take our money all in the name of profit and greed.
Well written and sadly expressed.
Ron
Sepsis (Poetry) - 5/28/2017 5:16:48 AM
Tis a toxic world we are living in. With so many slow and deliberate ways to slowly self-destruct, as your poem's subtext points out, the world needs to look hard at the choices they have and in most cases, make changes that mitigate the scourge that far too many remain continuing their distorted focus. As to tthe depth of your poem's exploration, I would agree with Mr. Phillips. Your writing is always distinguished and dazzling in its spot-on perception and subjective feelings without any "woe is me." Looking forward to your next piece of wordsmithing...soon.
Sepsis (Poetry) - 5/27/2017 3:36:18 PM
Nobody, but nobody, knows how to penetrate to the core
of a subject with the drive and the power of Danae Wilkin.
Superb!
Incense Wafts (Poetry) - 2/20/2017 11:00:11 AM
Religions all seem to come down from pagan rituals going back before record time. Perhaps the use of smell was akin to chanting, music and song to help familiarize the faithful to the same kinds of things every time religious rituals were carried out--reinforcement by repetition.
Sweet smells could have been introduced by priests and shamans as many people crowded into small chambers and their body odor became nearly unbearable unless masked by flowery scents like incense. Since many times these rituals involved bloody sacrifice, the ritual locations probably stunk of gore and the incense was meant to overpower that terrible dead stench.
Ron
Incense Wafts (Poetry) - 2/19/2017 1:44:12 PM
Love the incense. The only thing about organized religion that makes me happy.
Danae, if you get a chance, read Marvin Cox. He is a great writer, though some of his stories are long.
L,L
Incense Wafts (Poetry) - 2/19/2017 6:53:20 AM
an interesting notice of the swinging pot with the pourri smoke. . . it's not only of the beyond fragrance but its physical moving on its chain back and forth, like a pendulum during the session of hypnotherapy, to make you enter into the high/mid/deep trance of obedience. We are convinced with our eyes but actually charmed with the other world's smell. Cheers, alex
Alzheimers? (Poetry) - 2/18/2017 3:35:36 PM
It happened to me but my last novel, even unpublished is heading to be a feature film The Reluctant Spy.
My dementia does not infringe my music memories and that's a blessing,
Incense Wafts (Poetry) - 2/18/2017 8:27:10 AM
I used to be Catholic, and this brought back memories. SDome good, some bad.
Felt World (Poetry) - 2/17/2017 1:55:14 PM
As you allude to, pouching and immoral slaughter of animals has become a pandemic: all in the name of dominion over animals as an excuse. A stark reminder of how uncivilized we've become.
Incense Wafts (Poetry) - 2/17/2017 1:45:53 PM
Having survived two religious memberships all through my youth and early adulthood, your words speak volumes, and fortify Hitchens, Dawkins and Harris in their position on what religion Has done to us and what it Continues to do to us. There's little question to many of us why ceremony seems so fraudulent today.
Incense Wafts (Poetry) - 2/17/2017 1:03:52 PM
Being non-religions I can't really cannot give a good comment on thiss one . . . Suffice it to say, you spoke from the heart.
Printmaking (Poetry) - 2/15/2017 3:28:11 PM
Never Stop Writing!
m
Quest for Meaning (Poetry) - 2/15/2017 3:27:12 PM
compelling read
Never Stop Writing!
m
Redemption Unearthed (Poetry) - 2/15/2017 3:25:02 PM
well said
Never Stop Writing!
m
Felt World (Poetry) - 2/15/2017 3:22:14 PM
thought provoking read
Never Stop Writing!
m
Felt World (Poetry) - 2/14/2017 5:25:47 PM
Stretching under pressure would not be so bad
But folding under pressure is the norm
How soft our heads
How unfelt our hearts.
Different words, same thoughts,
Well deserved, succinctly delivered.
Felt World (Poetry) - 2/14/2017 9:23:13 AM
Yes, how felted we are. If man continues the cruel, greedy way he is, all animals will be only felt. Excellent poem.
L
Felt World (Poetry) - 2/13/2017 9:02:27 AM
Full of sarcasm. But rightfully so. We are so unfeeling when it comes to the natural order of things. Animals kill for food or to pass on their species--survival of the fittest--rarely. Humans kill for fun. Our feelings are not the same and not felt the same. We need to understand that to be better at what it is to be human.
Strange, I thought of the fabric immediately before opening the story. And there it was! Made me feel like I had a sixth sense--cool. When my partner comes home every day and asks me how I feel, I invariably reply to her serious request, "With my hands." ;-)
Ron
Felt World (Poetry) - 2/13/2017 7:40:15 AM
Interesting write, but I'm not sure I understand what you're trying to convey.
Damaged People (Poetry) - 2/12/2017 6:21:46 AM
to know why people meet each other we need to look at 'a picture at large,' which covers the period of 700 years or so. Karma is another term of the cause and effect regarding the human connections. Enjoyed this piece's dynamic deployment, especially, its second half. Cheers, alex
Inward Darkness (Poetry) - 2/11/2017 6:01:49 AM
Poetry in my estimation is rarely about self-analysis or a cry for help, rather it is about thoughts, ideas, and emotions in the abstract, told with skill and care--or it misses its purpose. This is a well-crafted poem told with skill and care, instructive without showing signs of the issues it reveals. Well done.
Damaged People (Poetry) - 2/9/2017 9:47:14 AM
With so many damaged people in denial, hopefully your insight will reach a portion of them. The 3rd person narrative makes that more likely, for they cannot say this was written by a self-interested 1st person ego. Well done.
Damaged People (Poetry) - 2/9/2017 9:34:41 AM
The last two lines are quite telling. While these people may be "damaged," they also are very interesting. By comparison, the rest of society is pretty bland, pretty gray, either white or black. She has one thing that many don't--empathy. Those without empathy but rather hide, isolate, separate or even kill those unlike these special, damaged, souls.
Brilliantly poignant and truth telling.
Ron
Damaged People (Poetry) - 2/9/2017 7:38:30 AM
My oldest daughter is bipolar, so I can relat to this quite well. It's an emotional roller coaster ride for all of us. Medications never really helped her, and she's trying to learn how to deal with her condition without losing herself.
Damaged People (Poetry) - 2/8/2017 2:05:46 PM
Another soulful writing from a master.
L
Damaged People (Poetry) - 2/8/2017 11:14:19 AM
Birds of a feather . . . Although in this case the feathers are a bit different, as she shows no physical problems. Her problems are more the mental kind, which can actually be harder to deal with. She has found those who understands her as she understands them. They can both help each other if they are so inclined. Very deep piece of writing.
Damaged People (Poetry) - 2/8/2017 10:34:03 AM
compelling read
well done '
Never Stop writing!!
m
Inward Darkness (Poetry) - 2/8/2017 7:15:03 AM
Poetry is a good way for you to shed the darkness and move toward the light. It may be hard but I think your attitude will get you there. To where you are comfortable again.
Ron
Inward Darkness (Poetry) - 2/8/2017 6:40:41 AM
Starting over is always hard. The darkness is like an abyss, with no sense of direction. I really liked your use of metaphors in this write.
Inward Darkness (Poetry) - 2/8/2017 5:51:04 AM
You betcha, Danae, in the words of CCR, "Keep on Chuglin'. Love this pure positive poem this morning.
Inward Darkness (Poetry) - 2/7/2017 2:38:49 PM
Excellent poetic phrasing about darkness without going into self-pitying boredom for the reader. Instead, the darkness is portrayed as a state of mind we all have in one degree or another, making the poem universal, except, perhaps, those that think they're void of such honesty that you posit eloquently. The ending is spot on with a metaphoric image that is perfect. Again, excellent work.
In Russia (Poetry) - 2/7/2017 6:37:46 AM
I only Russia were an enigma, a script played out as a super-colossal binge movie. But, as you say, it remains real and generating more fear than ever. You've defined so many facts in poetry form that one wonders if such writing would reach more people were they not stuck in media sound bites and headlines. Very well done.
In Russia (Poetry) - 2/6/2017 12:53:33 PM
I can't say it better than what Edward and Ron have already said about this oh so true write that speaks volumes.
In Russia (Poetry) - 2/6/2017 10:48:40 AM
Someone wrote me recently, "I don't do political poetry." That is strange coming from a creative person like you and I. From your poem I see your creativity reaching its fullness with your exposé of the real difference/similarity between fascism and communism, both branches of the oligarchs of this world as a means for controlling masses. The more fear you can engender, the more easily they are to control.
Well done. More people need to know.
Ron
In Russia (Poetry) - 2/6/2017 9:07:47 AM
I love clarity of expression, in prose or poetry. There are also moments that demand clarity. This is such a moment. You are the speaker and the writer, the doer and the thinker. Your voice is firm. Your words are powerful. They inspire. You bring clarity where oppressors prefer chaos. In the words of a mutual friend "Dream about tomorrow; live for today." Well, done, Danae.
Oneness in Opposites (Poetry) - 1/28/2017 11:52:29 AM
Perhaps unity would be better served if one hand was red and the other was blue.
Throughout history, artists have tried to bring people together with great works of art. You are in great company. The rest are just, "blowing in the wind." (Bob Dylan)
Ron
Oneness in Opposites (Poetry) - 1/28/2017 10:06:32 AM
. . . pitch ink, pure water and paper; clay, water and fire; our minds/hearts, hands and the energy coming up from the feet along the backbone towards the hearts and then to both hands of a painter, a sculptor, an artist in a general sense. . . a dichotomy is never be consisted of two parts, but always of three. Even the symbol of Taiji or Yin-Yang's unity is made from the three, with the S-shape line in between the black and white. A beautiful pic. and smoothly running piece of poetry, Danae. Cheers, alex
Oneness in Opposites (Poetry) - 1/27/2017 12:28:14 PM
that we could be as one
the sky is the limit
look, see, feel touch
hearts as vibrant
as yours pumping blood
feelings to be felt
love to be shared
if we could be as one
The Paraplegic Veteran (Poetry) - 1/26/2017 10:29:50 AM
Dear Danae, I served in the military for 24 years and I taught cadets at the Air Force Academy as a civilian. I am a registered disabled veteran but I don't consider myself disabled. I have seen a good part of this world and know what hardship is like. I had the privilege of teaching and working with severely disabled and they usually have more of a desire to learn and conquer obstacles than the average person. I just came from a special education class today. Each one of us has a gift to share. Sometimes having a mentor is the one way to discover that gift. I was considering mentoring in a special education class next week. Your poem helped me to make the RIGHT decision. Thank you!
The Paraplegic Veteran (Poetry) - 1/26/2017 9:01:47 AM
You end with a probing rhetorical question. Does misfortune lead to greater resolve?
Thanks to a service called Metrolift, I have cultivated a few para-and quadruplegic friends. I also know of a few veterans whose disabilities tend to be more psychological than physical.
Of all of these paralyzed friends in the larger disability community, they are the ones who are breaking the barriers of access. For example, a paraplegic, who is not a veteran, Greg Abbott, is now governor of the great state of Texas. Tammy Duckworth a veteran, with artificial legs, is elected senator from Illinois. The other disabilities that may or may not come from war have less visibility because mental capabilities have been affected, like, brain injury, PTSD and Parkinson's disease.
Without war we would certainly have many fewer without paralysis or lost limbs, brain dysfunction. That's for sure.
Ron
Along the Way (Poetry) - 1/25/2017 10:21:07 PM
Some noises once heard resonate for a lifetime. And the most piercing are not always the loudest or the most shrill. As always, you have extracted an artifact of life and cast it in a new way showing us your unique skill with language, mind, and matter.
The Paraplegic Veteran (Poetry) - 1/25/2017 10:12:28 PM
This is a thoughtful, caring poem written with grace and sensitivity. Could only have been written by someone with the same traits.
The Paraplegic Veteran (Poetry) - 1/25/2017 5:53:02 PM
A treatise on what can be taken away from people, and what they are left with. What do they do with these limitations? And as your poem takes a position: Have you lost something so precious
That you know what the paraplegic vet knows? My guess it would be an example of tenacity and belief in the inner spirit of living. Thanks for posting. Not enough attention is given to this subject.
The Paraplegic Veteran (Poetry) - 1/25/2017 1:34:29 PM
How this country treats its veterans is a sin. I was never in the service, so I can't imagine the trauma they have to endure, let alone ending up being paralyzed.
The Paraplegic Veteran (Poetry) - 1/25/2017 12:32:41 PM
No one can fully understand the trials and frustration a paraplegic has had to deal with. Yes, of course he/she know much more of life by dealing with something he was in the wrong place at the wrong time.
"War! Good God, what is it good for?"--Edwin Starr
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dpWmlRNfLck
Racist (Poetry) - 1/20/2017 11:12:05 AM
When we use those kinds of excuses for our behavior, our behavior needs a bit of self-examination.
Reminds me of the time my 14-year-old brothers came to visit and started telling a bunch of N-jokes. I had to point out to them that they work just funny jokes like elephant jokes.
There has been a backlash against "political correctness." But since when is abusive language political?
Ron
Racist (Poetry) - 1/19/2017 9:28:36 PM
Create a label
Demonize it
Attach it
Walk away and point
Then say "who me?"
Yes!
Racist (Poetry) - 1/19/2017 1:41:10 PM
compelling, thought provoking read, well said
Never Stop Writing
m
Racist (Poetry) - 1/19/2017 11:53:28 AM
As is true of most of your work, common situations and objects, as well as fellow beings, take on meaning and thought that we don't usually have the opportunity to experience in poetic form. This recent work, whether one is for or against Mr. Trump, asks us to take on the onus responsibility, just as Mr. Trump is about to do, of examining our beliefs and allegiances to the behavior of honorable fellow human.
Ode to Burritos (Poetry) - 1/19/2017 3:27:28 AM
Me too! Two of these delectable delights and I am ready to "tear down that wall" that Humpty Dumpty Trumpy wants to build. This is scrumptiously good!
Ode to Burritos (Poetry) - 1/18/2017 8:30:56 PM
and mighty tasty too, well done, enjoyed the read
Never stop writing
m
Ode to Burritos (Poetry) - 1/18/2017 6:07:16 PM
Glad I already ate diner, or I'd be running to the Mexican restaurant by now. lol much enjoyed x
Ode to Burritos (Poetry) - 1/18/2017 4:05:04 PM
Your poetic oddball depiction of a burrito made me think about how your poem would be worked into piece of modern art. There's something about describing all the parts that takes on a brush quality, a painting in abstract that would convey the same qualities of enjoyment. Yes, burritos are king, as long as you are careful with the black and ferried beans. Loved how you personified such an unusual choice for a poem.
Ode to Burritos (Poetry) - 1/18/2017 1:50:55 PM
I love a good burrito.
Let me place my order,
Just as long as I don't have to,
Run for the border.
Anything mexican, except that garbage they serve at Toxic Hell.
