Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Thanks for reading mnaz, much appreciated.
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I wish i had written this. Ya good, verrrry goooood.
How do you manage to pop so many of these beauties out?

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it’s too late now to be where you are lost, in the multitude of stars and the universe that crowns your head i grow bulbous with hunger wrought like an ocean as the waves of me go chasing each other - swallowing distances and the horizon that steals you from me wrecked on the shores of twilight i go...

oooh, ohh I like this very much. Love the imagery and feel to this, quite strong and powerful.

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my colour is ordinary and in-between my happenings no shades pursue it there are no shadows to weave round me like a stream no twilight, no dream just the voice of night her quiet persuasions and the easiness of the moon i watch her take off her gown O, how she silences the wind but the sea, O the s...

As Hester, said in reply to one of your poems in another thread, when she reads you "I fly" and yes, so do I. So do I.

I feel as though i am reading the great Dylan Thomas when i read you.



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you make me sigh Joel. You really do.

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Absolutely love this... enjoyed

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stepping into your words is like stepping out into the fresh air.

magnificent!

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speechless.....

There you go again, i've been waiting to read you.

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"I hush myself with pulse relaxed and breath withheld, with eyelids pulled for drapey shade; I hear the almost full completeness of the earth sound undiminished and not so changed of worth were I to stripe my voice with silence. Dear Amazement: All my certainties dispelled themselves when first the...

niiiice, real nice.

i've read several of yours Joel and so far this is my fav.

love how you describe both sides, rough and soft.

I watch her seven golden bangles ooze
like honey on her top-soil paper wrist—

love the visual of this.