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Up the côte

We continue to enjoy the sights and words. We're thinking a change in seasons may also change the nature of the Isles. I hope you find yourselves home and snug before it gets too chilly.

New Road

This is a heart-warming poem with rich and vivid images. It could be titled Generosity. I'm not sure, but I think I remember this poem from 2016. Your style is as vivid as always, and your technical skills have grown steadily. Bravo. Bookmarked.


Thank you, Nancy.

"To die: to sleep:
Nor more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to; ‘tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wished."


This is my nightmare—death is not an end, but a beginning.

I found this eloquent and compelling. Thank you for sharing.

The Old Man of Gugh

It seems to us that a stone that can boom, "Sod off," can jolly well kick.

We like the crusty tone, and the sonnet form is our particular favorite.

"view" and "Gugh" must give a hint as to pronunciation. We were thinking "Go."

Where next?


i like this. you made a complex idea seem simple.

Contributor's Note

He sounds like the sort of guy I'd like to meet, two strangers of disparate interests finding common ground in words.

Xvii (I Do Not Love You...)

His poetry is as grounded as any I know. This particular poem strikes home in a big way. Thank you for posting it.

Detroit River Scape

I like this sketch. Sometimes saying things outright, without the poetic form, is just right. This is just right.


Ep., i've been thinking about "Troytown." as a fan of Homer and Virgil i like the song you've written. i was going to write: "it's a-Mazing," but thought better of it.

this is different than your previous poems in the series. there is something compelling about it. i haven't been able to put my finger on what it is—just yet. i will keep reading, or singing, until i find what it is that "sings."

i read that there are many Troy town type mazes around the world.

Five Cinquains

I am smiling, beaming, after reading these wonderful poems, each a gem. You convey heart and depth, longing and passion, and a simple desire to connect. This deceptively simple form suits you so well, better perhaps than the more formal forms you love to use to further your skill as a writer. This is your form, you own it.

Well done. Bookmarked.


Prospectors never know what they'll find, and are ever-optimistic.

The prospector in this poem seems unsure of what she'll find, and instead of optimism feels a little skeptical of the process, wants some assurance that at the end there will be treasure.

I guess you never know under you dive deep enough, always a risk.

The Calculus

The original Odd Couple.

Born of necessity.
Nice take on the haiku form.

To Annet

we like the respite from worries, a gastronomic detour. having said that, we hope further adventures (spirts & furies galore) lie ahead.

this series begins to remind of a greek fellow . . . we forget his name. long ago.

mind the lee shore ~


it's always the eyes ~

i wonder if this could be written today, considering current mores.

i like it very much.

Cleaning Spectacles

I enjoy this version of seeing the world through rose-colored glasses. That the fuzzy world you see leads to tolerance and new perspective makes sense‚ for those willing to "see" it that way, as you do. I find the blurred edges soothing as well.

Song of the Samson spirits

we hope the gentle mossops were not undone by the grim nature of the isle's spirits. we nearly were.

"Earth's basest men oft occupy the highest thrones" rings sadly, and eternally, true.

these deft and vivid poems will make a fine collection for winter's reading. we are enjoying them now, and will enjoy them again.

Five Haiku for a poetry scribbler

these five haiku remind me a tennis player hitting against a backboard—the ball keeps coming back to you, the opponent hasn't the ability to strategize or attack in kind.

Samson story

We have never heard such a tale of T & I, and loved it all the more for it.

We particularly enjoyed the imagery of Samason's two roundily hills, and muchly muscled Tristan: tall, handsome and dark (though lithesome and light).

We are equally happy that all ended well (never in doubt); though . . . we wonder, oh, never mind, they be husband and wife, details don't matter.

Now, to the strawberry sweet pudding ~~~


A small, single, victory against darkness, perhaps, but a victory nonetheless.

This is fine.


it did not end well for narcissus ~

an echo is loved by all
a narcissist is loved by only one


letting her go, so hard for you, to save her. there is a kind of courage in that. she may never know, may never thank you, but you know, and that matters, sunshine ~


when apathy and ennui leads to a poem of ratiocination this tightly woven, then i say apathy and ennui have their place in the world of writing poetry. simple words making the whole greater than the sum of its parts. well done, josephus.

Hell Bay

We'd like to have a word (or two) with Pete, he seems to grin when we would shudder ("the horror, the horror") at the poor drowned souls. But you know Pete better than we, and we trust your judgment.

These poems are a marvel, one and all, and we appreciate the eight by eight structure.

Shades of J. M. Barrie, and we mean that as the highest compliment.

Move on

you reached deep for this, rik, from the soul ~

The Man Who Couldn’t Find Anything

I love this, it is so clever and sweet/sad and true. It also reminds me of story by Sakutaro Hagiwara, called "Cat Town," a man much like yours who loses his way home.

Well done, applause and bookmarked.


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Hangman's Island

This makes us smile, from bowsprit to taffrail, and "the light went weird" seems perfect for such a woe beset tale. We concur with the last stanzas sentiment.

This reminds us of a chocolate and vanilla swirl ice cream cone: dark and delightful.

Moonlight, Abbey Garden

I think it's a screenplay waiting to be written: liberated monks, "super-styled," skipping in the moonlight would make a nice visual~~~~

We enjoyed reading this very much.

I still am looking for you my Friend by Ann Wood

. . . a beautiful celebration of friendship, Ann. lovely. so many touching and memorable lines : )

Voices of Valhalla

This poetic nimbleness reminds me of my sisters playing hopscotch as little girls—so light, so quick, so sure, so happy.

SS sonnet

A lament for the dulling deck, it makes me sad . . . but the fine fumes make up it. A gracious gesture to your new landlocked friend.

Sonnet for a Lonely Masturbator

This is very well done. I don't know if you are referencing a particular A. Sexton poem, or her qualities in general. Either way, it succeeds. The formal structure of the poem in conjunction with the conceit heightens both. Good job.

Rest, listen, look and see

What a gentle, inviting poem. The penultimate stanza is unsettling, but even that is quietly resolved in the last stanza.

This is almost a meditation.

I'll bookmark this, I can imagine reading it to slow things down a bit. Thank you.

Unconscious ramblings

This hits really close to home, and a fine piece of writing. Your unconscious or subconscious thoughts are spookily familiar.

Tripping to Tresco

I do believe mind-tripping has it's advantages. I feel I've been there, and would not have been half so charmed as I am by this poem.


This time of year, with the high humidity and temperatures, we see clouds which are stunning, ever-changing, and may portent storm or peace.

I enjoy this very much, Joe. I can imagine your watery vantage.

Those Who Care

I like optimistic AND realistic nature of your poem. I worry that the young are facing adult realities all too soon these days.

Well done, J. R.

Day twenty three of our holiday and day eleven in hospital 19th of July 2018 by Ann Wood

i remember being in traction, staring at brick wall out the hospital window, being sad. i told the nurse and they moved me to where i could see the sky. it made all the difference.

thank you so much for sharing these stories.


Good work, Joe. This is fine, and a good poetic pushing past your comfort zone.

(The last line is pentameter. Bibek miscounted, I believe).

Old Chuck's yarn

Your rhymes and your gift belie an unspeakable night of terror, but it does come through. This is both charming and chilling. Brava (o?).

Upon the Desert

so true, and so well expressed ~~~ great imagery

Carpe Diem

I'm thinking of sunrise over the lake, having just returned from northern Minnesota. This is vivid, and the "silence/shouting" is terrific.

I like that the last two lines put the onus on the reader to use the day as they see fit, no passing the buck. Well done all around ~~~

Day twenty one of our holiday and day nine in hospital 17th of July 2018 by Ann Wood

Not a very good day : (

Gun Show Girl

Song and dance at the gun show, humor and melody. brava.


It is a way out, well written.

Bumble bee

this is so sweet. i watched a bumble bee today, such a gentle way of going from flower to flower ~

Star Castle

charming through and through ~ a strawberry delight

(did you curtsey before Her Maj the Q of E?)

See me

Such a fine poem. I don't know what more to say.