The heavy

[mpc]

Pushing with their noses,
solar fish nudge craters open.

This song marks the beginnings of a bridge
rising over the roadway. Pink hail
freezing in a rainpipe.

Words sharing one bed, a spangle of bracelets
broken. (the muscles in her arms roll;

her paste jewelry comes down in pieces)

[Doreen Peri]

You, sir, have a way with slinging a phrase. Good writing here. Love the images. Welcome to the Studio! Little birdie told me I might know you from another board but I don't think so.... or do I? Hmmmm.....

Post more! Love it!

[joel]

Post more! Love it!

Dude, yes. Amen!

The images you string together are charged with amazing colors and movement! I'm just reading and rereading and loving it!

[mpc]

You, sir, have a way with slinging a phrase. Good writing here. Love the images. Welcome to the Studio!

Thanks, Doreen.

Little birdie told me I might know you from another board but I don't think so.... or do I? Hmmmm.....

Think about squirrels.

[mpc]

Dude, yes. Amen!

The images you string together are charged with amazing colors and movement! I'm just reading and rereading and loving it!

Thanks, joel. I've been reading some of your stuff, and think it's great. When I have time I'll have to go back to your poems and post some of my thoughts.