Meditating on this. Powerful imagery. Been trying to empty some of the bins here before they’re discovered, thinking maybe the kids deserve to know things after all.
It is. Parsing what is mine to tell without telling the stories of others who were in it with us. Inclined to not censor. We’ll all be mostly gone by then anyway.
Slow clap, standing.
[Doffs top hat, takes a bow.]
Meditating on this. Powerful imagery. Been trying to empty some of the bins here before they’re discovered, thinking maybe the kids deserve to know things after all.
Thanks Patris. An interesting conundrum I've also wrestled with in recent years, especially since my father died.
It is. Parsing what is mine to tell without telling the stories of others who were in it with us. Inclined to not censor. We’ll all be mostly gone by then anyway.
Let the bon temp ruler with this one! Nicely written.
Oui, monsieur!
Wow!
Thanks!
More marvelous every time I read it.
Thank you, Mr. Jobe. You are the quintessential gentleman and scholar.
Feels like I can see and feel by everything there
That was my hope -- thank you, Stan.
Like the sestina form for this poem. I think I'll experiment with it myself.
Thanks, Phil. Yeah, give it a go!
My hometown. ⚜️🖤💛
A marvelous place.