What a delicate use of words! How you describe the troubles and the struggle to rise above and deal with everyday struggles with life with such light words that end with the narrator holding the light. Sometimes, I find it spooky that the words you use and your writing knows what my secrets.
I am from Montana and very familiar with the grasshopper cycles of destruction. They are also tolerable most years, taking only a share of munchies. I find it intriguing this destroyer mob transporting you to a new beyond. Thankful you're still here and not another, as you put painfully clear, another dead one in the dirt.
I love this poem about a humble and irritating insect but beautiful and numinous at the same tine and even more magnificent in a group than singularly. And regenerative too... splendid!
Grasshoppers are beautiful. they are called chapalines In Mexico and lots of peoples eat them roasted. Tons of protein. I’m so glad I’m not an alchoholic Or any drug addict. Elena
I’ve heard grasshoppers are a sign of good luck and future achievement. Sounds like it was a powerful night and maybe a sign that you’ll be surrounded by metaphoric grasshoppers moving forward.
What a delicate use of words! How you describe the troubles and the struggle to rise above and deal with everyday struggles with life with such light words that end with the narrator holding the light. Sometimes, I find it spooky that the words you use and your writing knows what my secrets.
I'm here, mostly coherent. Some days that is the perfect description. Thank You once again
Thanks, Steve!
You create such beauty with words.
Thank you, Joan.
Love this. Thank you. Need more orange light in this life...Happy Father's Day, Mr. Alexie.
Yes, I was just looking out my window here in Seattle and looked for an orange light. Didn’t see one! Thank you for the Father’s Day wishes.
Thank you, Marcia.
Another direct hit to the soul! Spiritual oxymorons are more abundant than we think. And grace is never deserved--that's what makes it grace.
I am from Montana and very familiar with the grasshopper cycles of destruction. They are also tolerable most years, taking only a share of munchies. I find it intriguing this destroyer mob transporting you to a new beyond. Thankful you're still here and not another, as you put painfully clear, another dead one in the dirt.
Thank you. I wonder if it has ever been that bad again with grasshoppers.
Beautiful and moving. Thank you so much Sherman.
Thank you, Randy.
I love this poem about a humble and irritating insect but beautiful and numinous at the same tine and even more magnificent in a group than singularly. And regenerative too... splendid!
Thank you! Very kind words.
Wow! Each poem of your’s hits me in the forehead with it’s truth…
Thank you, Jay.
The sorrow is eclipsed by gratitude in this piece. That is a delicate trick to pull off and this one does it well.
Thank you. Yeah, that balancing act…
Grasshoppers are beautiful. they are called chapalines In Mexico and lots of peoples eat them roasted. Tons of protein. I’m so glad I’m not an alchoholic Or any drug addict. Elena
I’ve eaten grasshoppers. They do NOT taste like chicken!
Very powerful reading! Great job Sherman!
Thank you, Winston.
Damn Sherman. This was awesome to read and listen to! Another wonderful piece.
Thanks, Mark!
Thank you for your revelatory work.
Grateful.
Thank you so much.
I’ve heard grasshoppers are a sign of good luck and future achievement. Sounds like it was a powerful night and maybe a sign that you’ll be surrounded by metaphoric grasshoppers moving forward.
I might have to find a grasshopper paperweight or something to put on my desk.