I love that you cluster poems together (except that it complicates commenting) in part because I naturally aim to find a connecting theme or thread beyond YOU, your art, your skill with ideas and words. My current thought is that I have never really punched anyone, in part because I've clearly been trained not to. And yet I yearn to feel the feel of punching a racist in the face, listening to their racist words deteriorate into garble, squelched back into their pie hole.
This is a great collection of poems. Each one ending with a gut punch I didn't expect, even when I was sure I knew where the poem was going. You handle serious subject matter with respect and care in a way that can resonate with a wide variety of readers. Thank you.
I first “met” you through an NPR reading of “If you pawn it, I will redeem it”, and loved you then. With each poem, book, essay or editorial I love you more. Your transparency, honesty, and vulnerability are inspirational…..you put so many of our/my raw emotions to words that help heal the brokenness in each of us. Love you.
So much loss and pain… I can’t even begin to tell you how much I love this. Not because of the pain or loss but because I get reminded we’re not alone, here in Inch or anywhere. 💔💔💔 it sure feels overwhelming I wanna drive a broke down pretend car somewhere and escape without leaving
That is a moving image of you and your father at the casino. I don't know if that was your last time with him when he was alive. As I did most months, I drove three hours to visit my mother, who was 99, at the convalescent home. This time, I stayed three hours on the first day and five the next. I didn't know it was to be our last time together, and I wish I had stayed longer.
I love that you cluster poems together (except that it complicates commenting) in part because I naturally aim to find a connecting theme or thread beyond YOU, your art, your skill with ideas and words. My current thought is that I have never really punched anyone, in part because I've clearly been trained not to. And yet I yearn to feel the feel of punching a racist in the face, listening to their racist words deteriorate into garble, squelched back into their pie hole.
This is a great collection of poems. Each one ending with a gut punch I didn't expect, even when I was sure I knew where the poem was going. You handle serious subject matter with respect and care in a way that can resonate with a wide variety of readers. Thank you.
Thank you, Daniel. I do my best to keep my poems accessible.
Great poems Sherman, thank you.
All great moments and places in time. Sad, painful, frustrating or insightful...all the moments that make up a life.
Thank you, Mary Kay.
I first “met” you through an NPR reading of “If you pawn it, I will redeem it”, and loved you then. With each poem, book, essay or editorial I love you more. Your transparency, honesty, and vulnerability are inspirational…..you put so many of our/my raw emotions to words that help heal the brokenness in each of us. Love you.
Thank you so much, Jana.
You take me there, Sherman. In the driver’s seat getting away with everything. Floating down the river like a lost shoe. Thank you.
Ah, that's a very sweet reponse. Thank you.
Thank you.
Your ability to communicate transcendence is my favorite thing about your poetry. Thanks for sharing it.
Thank you, Carol.
Breathtaking!
Thanks, Justin.
“Can you hear the whir whir whir of an ignition that will not turn over?”
Oh hell yes!
Heard it way too often….
I think you invented the onomatopoeia of the year. Thanx!
That damn sound! When I have car trouble now, I'm joyous that I can call AAA.
So much loss and pain… I can’t even begin to tell you how much I love this. Not because of the pain or loss but because I get reminded we’re not alone, here in Inch or anywhere. 💔💔💔 it sure feels overwhelming I wanna drive a broke down pretend car somewhere and escape without leaving
Thank you, Shelly. "Escape without leaving" is perfect.
May a river of hugs flow over your heart
Thank you.
Man, the poems about your father always bring a fond remembrance of my father and a tear to my eye for time lost with him. Thank you!
Thank you, Jason.
Nice sir
Thanks, David.
O Expo 74
Yes!
I might’ve been in the swing seat right behind you.
I hope you tied your shoes better!
four gifts I appreciate
Thank you, Jill!
I can't imagine how you keep up with all the comments, but you're really good at it. I'm reading and watching and learning.
It's at least 37% mental illness! Ha!
That is a moving image of you and your father at the casino. I don't know if that was your last time with him when he was alive. As I did most months, I drove three hours to visit my mother, who was 99, at the convalescent home. This time, I stayed three hours on the first day and five the next. I didn't know it was to be our last time together, and I wish I had stayed longer.
That was the last time I saw my father cogent.