Katarina Wikholm
Aww, shucks!

You know, you actually get it.
My poems aren't really intended to be stand-alone pieces, rather more interconnected in a potential collection or several.
Several poems don't really make sense on their own - they're minute snap-shots, short stories - but they fit together, telling a story in a flashlight on-off still life
Like figments of family life - the good, the bad and the terminally ugly.

This one could be a counter-point to the one about bridges, rainbows and rekindled love.
2012-11-13

countryfog
Jim's comment has me thinking, as he, and your poems, often do. That there are basically two kinds of writers - one whose work is "all of a piece," each poem a facet of a central and defining sensibility, a theme and its variations to use a musical metaphor - major, minor, even contrapuntal but each advancing the one theme. That includes me no doubt. The other is as Jim suggests, each poem a glimpse of some larger and not yet completely realized expression not of a theme but of a whole body of work. I admire the latter enormously . . . unfortunately it's just not who I am. Fortunately for us your readers, it's who you are.
2012-11-13

Your poems often seem fragmented. Taken as a whole, over time, something like a vision begins to emerge, quite like a jigsaw puzzle coming together. Only, in this case, there is no end, no finished piece, it is, and always will be, a work in progress. It's enjoyable to watch the progress unfold.
2012-11-13