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This, right here. Thanks, @Ronyx. Reactions and comments are fuel for me... and if someone was to ask how many are enough, I'd say there are never enough. It is maddening when a reader consumes sixty chapters and leaves a reaction on the final one, or none at all. It is maddening too, when PMs come in relentlessly for more of something, and the reader asking(and keeps asking) has never bothered to leave comments. If they can write a PM, they can write a comment. I hope that doesn't sound harsh. I'm just being honest. Right now the system is going through a needed purge, and because of tha

No, not Josh. It's the guy from yesterday, without the shirt.

This collection might be your best in memory. It's not often I am enamored of every poem in these weekly offerings, but I am with these... "I am a housecat trapped inside, twitching my tail." Love this line. I feel trapped as well, and constantly go to check my phone for messages and emails. Fifteen shows the callousness we are capable of, as faceless victims pile up. The second poem took a couple of readings before I connected, but then I really did. So many times I find hope where there was none. Sometimes I think Mother nature is all knowing, and sometimes I think she

The barn swallows are back here too. Nice poem, buddy.

Part two...

Zero degrees here, and only going up to five. A smattering of snow overnight, but tomorrow is supposed to be much warmer. Hey, bro.

dugh will find a way.

Don't expect it to happen again. Hey, Tinkerbell.

You! Morning, bro.

Aloha, Albert. And...

The last three were my favorites. I like how you paint time, and strawberries bursting with stored sunlight makes me smile--and my mouth water. I would go back to the time I first held my precious daughter in my arms... that feeling....

Snowed overnight... just enough to cover the grass, but it's disappearing from the sun. It's zero degrees out right now, but should reach four.

She's an equal opportunity consumer. Hey, Marty.

Aloha, Albert.