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2026-09-21
We are caught in a death grip of this vise pliers.

2026-09-21
Couldn’t agree more! Thanks for allowing the personal delusion, it keeps men safe from themselves.🕊️👍🏻

2026-09-20
Music can heal and wound, move and halt. A perfect all around elixir. 🙏🏻🕊️

2026-09-20
Those were the days!
Lucky to get a glimpse of these every now and again.

2026-09-19
The best things in life can be simple and handmade. Inspiring!

autumn's small dark fruit
a bowl set in late sunlight
keeps the season whole



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2026-09-19
The moon entered the room
its dark light sickle-shaped
"La luna vino a la fragua"
the room now forge-of-arrival

"Si muero, dejad el balcón abierto"
and the balcony once open
remains unclosably open, still

"A las cinco de la tarde."
The clock stikes five
and dusk swallowed the Moon.

2026-09-19
How claustrophobic is the feeling of being marked and bound, the confinement and collision toward an abrupt fullstop. And when the script has become its own structure, the silence that follows feels like someone attempting to move through a system that tightens a noose around them. Superb expression!

2026-09-19
The move from old machines to the carpet is smooth and the motion stays steady in its transition. Love the oneness in these two types of travel, sharing the same vantage of joy. It's a supreme achievement to be able to keep the height even after letting the hardware go, unforced and free. Much enjoyed! 🙏🏻🕊️

2026-09-18
Sometimes it’s all too fast for my liking. And the speed is meant to promise a better dollar figure at the end. And to that end the shiny coin has a devaluing buying power… the hamsters knew that wheel’s magic all along! Or it’s like meeting that wave but we have to surf a sea of sweat instead.

2026-09-16
Could be a bot. Fresh comment sightings after this general notice was posted. Or maybe being made to imagine things.

2026-09-15
The washing and the hope bring in thoughts of resets and second chances, but for how long and when will humankind wake up to itself? 🙏🏻🕊️

2026-09-14
Perhaps not a frolic but something akin to a quick wade then back to the warm safety of home.

2026-09-14
a summary assessment, assuredly

2026-09-09
Some say rejection is the elixir of champions.
Meanwhile continue to fly your planes, reach far and high!👍🏻🕊️

2026-09-09
Too funny! 🤣
Although I must admit that the sporty priests I’ve been acquainted with were quite thoroughly secular about sports and not spiritual at all. Still an excellent poem though on the incongruence.

2026-09-09
Most relatable Jim! Somehow “should I stay or should I go” is now playing on repeat, in the background 😊👍🏻🕊️

2026-09-08
Roadkill is everywhere there are roads and even then, on dirt tracks and nature paths. Always felt ambiguously remorseful on witnessing the sight. The heat does not help either.

2026-09-08
There is a quiet courage in how this is held and wielded, its truth plain and unadorned, steady and moving the reading mind. 🙏🏻🕊️

2026-09-06
Enjoying how awakening is framed as a layered return, with all the time shifting, breath struggling, and then the world arriving in fragments. I found it vivid and also unsettling and beautifully rendered, Allen.
As always, R

2026-09-06
Like the way you take a feeling and give it a little stage of its own. The idea that sorrow is made somewhere below us and then raised up for us to inhabit is a tidy and theatrical way to express truth. Thoroughly enjoyed, mate. 👍🏻🕊️
Always, R

2026-09-06
Makes me imagine the breaking of glass window and it happens in slow motion with sure inevitability. So, holding the heart together even as it keeps slipping apart feels very true, including a sense of learning to step away from that hurt. 👍🏻🕊️
Always, R

2026-09-06
That can be so frustrating! I had a torn joint and they said for years that it was a bunion. Know they are saying it is an old injury and will have to wait for it to worsen before operating. Grrr....

2026-09-06
...as a vignette‑like sweep it has a complete feel to it even if as a passing vapour – perhaps just the way an autumn‑summer relational liaison would be... 👍🏻🕊️
Always, R

2026-09-06
This hits with an excellent mix of nerves and swagger. I do like how you turn the freeze into part of the rhythm, two beats late but still landing the bar. That nod from the back row says everything. Really enjoyed this 👍🏻🕊️
Always, R

2026-09-06
On the 26th of May 2022 the UK government announces the Identity and Language (Northern Ireland) Act of 2022 which became law on 06 December 2022.

2026-09-06
There is such a calm and honest feel to this. Those hours in the blue sound like the kind of solitude that won't take anything away from you but instead gives something back. This was good to sit with this one.
Always, R

2026-09-06
A fine set of cosmic instructions, Chaucer. I’ll be sure to gaze, go gently, and pretend I understand the stars as well as Dylan clearly does.
Always, R

2026-09-06
Like the sharp edges of a Rubik's cube, collecting sharp and mismatching pieces. A catalogue of how wild and contradictory opinions can get when they're taken for truth. We do give weight to many things unequally.

2026-09-06
Being late to that game as well, I am being bi-mojial to bridge both streams of communication. Hope that doing so on your page has not unsettled you dear friend. 🕊️👍🏻

2026-09-04
Allen, this one reads with that easy humour you do so well. Poor Wrick, he steps into every moment with his whole heart, and the world keeps nudging him sideways. The bar scene made me smile, and the ferry walk carried a soft ache underneath it. And that last strawberry line… that’s Wrick all over. Hurt, hopeful, ready to try again. You’ve given him a gentle mix of comedy and tenderness here. Always, R.

2026-09-04
Here before us is an “Icarian Fugue” that feels like a mind circling its own gravity, with its rising, falling, rising again, never quite escaping the orbit of inherited wounds. The fragmentation isn’t a flaw but it’s the form. A fugue is repetition with variation, and your poem uses that structure to show how ascent and descent become the same motion when the psyche is under pressure. The myth isn’t decoration but it’s the emotional shorthand for ambition, danger, and the ache of trying to transcend what shaped you. The shifts between girlfriend, sister, and commentary read like voices entering and exiting the fugue. The poem doesn’t resolve, and that’s its honesty. It’s an Icarus who survives, but survival itself becomes another loop.

2026-09-04
That being without measure touches deeply, having Dad pass away four years now seems like yesterday and at times seems like he is still alive somewhere doing his daily things. And the tightrope is it is as much about us as it isn't. I sense the oneness of two souls here and well honoured as well. Mayhap grief shall turn out another vehicle on this new journey in this unmeasurable relationship. Pease, brother. 🙏🏻🕊️

2026-09-01
Dave, this poem carries such a tender clarity. You’ve written that moment where a young heart learns something it didn’t expect to learn, and you’ve done it without forcing the feeling or dressing it up. The simplicity is the strength here where each line lands like a small truth spoken plainly, and that’s how loss can feel inevitable in the way Jim describes.

There’s a quiet courage in how you let the boy stand there, seeing the world turn strange around him. And without exaggeration and reaching, just the honest shape of how those days felt. It’s a lovely piece, and you should feel good about it! 🙏🏻🕊️

2026-09-01
Nice utilising two mirrors that bounce off self-image! I could only dare imagine if mother or even grandmother or aunt joined in with their unique voices. And does the boyish man reflect the mannish boy? It's a maze and labyrinth for males in the world and perhaps that's why the coding is made simple to make it easier to navigate. Perhaps.

2026-08-31
Still reeling from the recent natural calamities, that’s when math-numbers and science hurts, gets so personal.

2026-08-29
Indeed, you expressed that excellently, Jambso! Thanks heaps 🙏🏻🕊️

2026-08-28
We are responsible for so much in our irresponsibility.

2026-08-28
There is a delete button that can be very useful when needed. And of course, while filtering out the unsavoury comments, the hurt is still there to process. Who indeed are we to judge each other. Some busybodies need to get a life. Looking forward to your next write. Rik.🙏🏻🕊️

2026-08-28
A real tenderness carrying both honesty and pure courage, Alan. The humour shines through and the core of genuine self. And not quite finding the familiar shape in the mirror brings it home for me. Looking forward to your next write. Rik

2026-08-25
At work, the trigger ecology has changed, and the AI driven work monitoring and programming systems increase cortisol/stress which the human body interprets as social evaluation which is always activated thus producing temporal pressure and the opacity or lack of appeal to reasoning or its unexplainedness could be seen as a threat cue. Persistent alerts and reminders would also be micro-stressors and pushes chronic vigilance and fragments attention further. I can only imagine how that would breakdown a political system or at least alter it significantly.

2026-08-25
1) and always jarring when we realise changes happen within ourselves as well. And that ticking clock is wrapped in a towel and locked away inside the washing machine, so it doesn't join chorus with a leaking tap. 2) a common ailment, it would seem, and 3) very interesting this "ground zero of thought" but we are as a group, lazy thinkers and have this unexpressed desire to have someone else do the thinking for us.

2026-08-22
Otherwise, it isn't really a family but a mere physical gathering of individuals with shared DNA or some similar social grouping.

2026-08-22
Arrogance is a blinding weakness that underestimation amplifies.

2026-08-15
Mapping out those journeys gives us reference points and brings contours, textures and shades. Like those deepspace expeditions we see what was only ever imagined. 🙏🏻🕊️

2026-08-11
Haha! Who's the specialist now? 🤩🙏🕊️

2026-08-10
A very gentle clarity in the way this moment unfolds where the two monkeys on the road, the small one watching you go, and how that gaze opens something inward. The shift you make afterward, laying down the weight of the human self, feels honest and earned. The closing wish to move as soul rather than burdened body comes across softly, without force. A calm, thoughtful piece.

2026-08-10
This poem moves from the small and tangible into something wider without forcing the transition. The early image of Grållan and the chicks opens naturally into those reflections on emergence and the strange wiring of being human. The passages on your parents’ cremations are stark and honest, and the way the rain presses in later feels true to how certain memories return. The closing thought about existence being a kind of tale settles in quietly. A strong, steady piece.

2026-08-10
Albert, your diagram lays out the tension clearly, the moment hierarchy stretches, mobility becomes harder and people find themselves stranded on that landing, neither rising nor descending. It’s a sharp way to show how distance between tiers creates isolation rather than structure. The simplicity of the model works well; it invites the reader to consider how much vertical space a society can bear before connection thins out.

2026-08-10
What is it that they say about there not being any coincidences in life? This is quite outstanding about these dates!

2026-08-10
Artorius, there’s real heart in this piece,
that steady drive you capture feels honest
and close to lived experience.
You’ve shaped something that stands firm in its simplicity,
and that’s a true strength.
Keep going with this voice; it has clarity and purpose.