mark nwagwu
rusted hinges; crippled wing; darts and curls; waving goodbye; forty years dry - simply compelling varieties on the theme of nothingness, it seems to me, and yet so real in its spirit, what was, isn't. I like this a lot
2011-07-11

Lawrence Beck
As John said, these are beautifully-presented desolate images. If I correctly remember my zen precepts, desolation represents the sound to two hands.
2011-07-03

John Ashleigh
The imagery paints a picture, and it truly is a masterpeice. The wording is vivid, and the write somewhat compelling, yet serene. An accomplished poem, indeed. I do miss poetry such as this. Thankyou for sharing.

Regards,
John.
2011-06-30

I see this vividly as one my old "house places" on the ranch—up the narrow, narrow flight of stairs, a bedroom, a girl's bedroom papered with newspapers and magazines from the twenties and thirties, now in dry and yellow tatters, mud daubers infesting almost every inch, torn pages of magazines catching the wind through the paintless, glassless window frames—you captured this magnificently, it is real, as real as the sound of...
2011-06-29