Parker Owens

Thank you for your kind comments. I’m glad these could call up happy images from your journey in your mind. These were fun to compose.

I loved this; it’s just what I needed today! I read each stanza and my smile grew wider. Some heat and spice can be very, very nice...

This is a great addition to the AAA collection. I agree with @Mikiesboy that @WolfM is fine poet; I was delighted to read @MacGreg's thoughts about his characters. Thanks so much for this!

I am sad you had a bad night, and I weep that you were in such pain again; but I felt heartened that you fought it and managed to get through a day. You are right. You can do this, you will be all right. And as you heal, slowly, incrementally, there will be many of us supporting you and cheering you on as I do now.

Your poem is riveting. It moved me deeply and makes me want to weep for what you endured.

Again, you leave me thinking. So many things to consider and think about; so many who need support and recognition of their lives and difficulties. So many times fuck this, I’m going home means shit, I don’t know what to do with this guilt. Great set of poems. You realize I’m going to be kept up late thinking, right?

Diarmad is being pigheaded, and Nico is working hard to make Diarmad change the way he has been thinking. I’d rather negotiate at the UN. However, the results were highly entertaining. You write this exceptionally well. Now I want more!

As it happens, there were quite a few takers. I will post a few of them on Live Poets, pethaps

I’m sad and shocked at Noah’s parents. Couldn’t they temporize? Seek guidance? Play some kind of delaying game? But essentially, they threw Noah out of their house and lives, destroying a relationship and a family. The mother particularly seems rooted in another time and place. You have ave made me feel sad for Noah on several levels - his parents’ rejection, and worse, his own contemplated self harm. He surely feels bad about himself. I feel sad that he chose to give up joy for hatred; and that none of that joy is likely to return to him. I will be interested in how you write about the rest of Noah’s family. Will they follow the mother’s line, or not? And what of Jordan’s new love life? Jordan is opening up to a whole new world. It seems Brody the Banker is very interested!

This is nearly hypnotic. I could not stop reading. It’s also hard reading; your boy feels so small and insignificant. Excellent writing.

I hear the voice of hope in this. You have used some good strategies, and you are writing about what you experience. It appears the passage of time, along with what you are doing to combat your difficulties, may be allowing change for the better to set in. You have displayed great courage in all this. I applaud and celebrate you, even as I send hugs for cheer and strength.

You have developed Kevin Malley from someone with one or two dimensions - Becker’s hot lover - to someone far more complex. Your detailed storytelling has been worth waiting for. But where (or to whom) can Kevin turn to find any kind of peace at all? I’m too invested in him to see him self-destruct.

I guess one of my favorite reviews was a critical response to a late chapter in A to Z. It is way too long to quote here. It was polite and respectful, but at the same time took issue with problems the reader encountered in characterization and plot preparation. What I appreciated most was that a reader took time to think carefully about what I’d written, and then took further time to write a note that both supported me as a storyteller and helped me understand what bothered him.

I’m glad the dawn ice clouds stuck with you, as they did with me. January provided enough observations to merit a set all on its own. Thank you for this poetry prompt challenge. I enjoyed working on it immensely. In fact, I was so taken that even though there was integral calculus waiting, I went off on a tangent in class about writing Haiku, and offered extra credit to any student turning in a Haiku (as outlined in the prompt) with the assignment.

Thank you, Michael. Those clouds were an amazing sight. I had to write about them. The owl is always fun to hear in the morning.

You saw the same sunrise as I did, perhaps. I’m glad these resonated with you and your experience of the recent storm. Your comments are most kind.

I’m glad this particular poem appealed to you. Complexity is my downfall, I fear. I frequently fall into that trap. Thank you for your observation.

Thank you, tim, for reading these. Cardinals are amongst my favorite birds. Bright and beautiful in the snow, against the forsythia in spring, in the spruces at summer, or bidding farewell to the migrants in the fall - they never fail to make me smile. I wasn’t sure of the owl’s bass solo, but it seemed to fit best.

Yes, you have the image I held in mind exactly. The snow was in such a hurry this week... thanks for reading these, and for commenting.

The old hawthorn tree bows in sullen obeisance to the snow's misrule. * Silent steam rises from the black sinuous creek exhaling laughter. * The new dawn sunrise reveals waves of pink ice clouds crashing on the ridge. * Cold, sharp-edged snowflakes fly before the cruel north wind searching for the ground. * Below crystal stars, the great horned owl fills the woods with its bass solo. * S

This chapter feels like a summer afternoon, with clouds on the horizon that might mean rain - or might pass by, depending on the chance of the wind. Louis and Don can’t control events, but they are planning for new weather, and enjoying what they have. This is excellent, and I only regret having to wait another whole week for more...

Thank you tim, for opening the doors on your love and life. Thank you for reminding me how gratitude is the hinge on which so much else turns.

Thanks for sharing a great, yet difficult poem. The fear in the dark assails us at weak moments, when we least can defend ourselves. You show us this vividly.

These are awesome! Hoping for hopping made me smile, but the others did, too.

Noah chose. He did not choose Jordan. Now he is being confronted with a photo. He can be superficially honest about it - it was an experiment. A phase. I'm past that now. Or he can be truly honest about it: That's Jordan. He's the man I can't forget. The one I love - and the man I gave up for you. I hope he chooses the latter honesty, the real kind. Even if he never sees Jordan again, at least Noah will be free. The other kind of honesty will enslave him. Great chapter.