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  1. Parker Owens
    Thanks for sharing the seasons of your life with us. Like @Mikiesboy, I wish you a long and cheerful winter.
  2. Parker Owens

    You Were a Gift

    Parker Owens commented on Krista's story chapter in You Were a Gift

    I liked this, especially for its use of seasons to propel a poetic narrative forward. It’s beautiful.
  3. Parker Owens
    I’m very glad you liked number 4. I enjoyed writing it as it spilled out of my pen. The miniature lines seemed to agree with me. Thank you very much for reading these and for your generous comments!
  4. Parker Owens
    I think your interpretation in number 2 was correct. I hope it connected with you. I’m working on getting better, thank you.
  5. Parker Owens
    Thank you, tim. I hope I'm on the mend. I wrote the ode while my own bread was rising, anticipating the scent as it baked. Now I will be able to imagine yours, too. And I'm glad you liked Cream Cans. I have some special memories of those days. Thanks again.
  6. Parker Owens
    I think you might mean number 9; that skunk smelled nothing like a bakery, I fear. Thank you very much for reading these!
  7. Parker Owens
    1. April In April, first things arise each day: the early Claytonia open, honeybees begin their dances in the scilla, Hyacinths tune lavender trumpets, and herald the phoebes making nests. Yet also, April watches last things: the final, heavy, sodden snowfall; one tardy crocus blooming ‘midst its slain brethren; skis and sleds returned to their storage; and washed winter blankets hung to dry. 2. Reflections
  8. Parker Owens
    A collection of poems for NaPoWriMo 2024.
  9. Parker Owens
    I love how you carry us along with on the sensual sensations of bubblegum. And I especially liked time can’t travel upstream, it’s a perfect line.
  10. Parker Owens
    There are many ways to make maple syrup, from highly industrial, to decidedly low-tech. My father’s sugarhouse was of the second kind, even all those years ago. I’m happy you could see and sense a little of my experience, and in your waffles, taste it too.
  11. Parker Owens

    Chapter 1

    Parker Owens commented on Mikiesboy's story chapter in Chapter 1

    Thank you for writing and for sharing your first chapter for the month. I related directly to Prompts 2 and 5; you made me feel the aftertaste of arguments and the gall of time slipping by. Prompt 3 made me see shades of gold, yellow and bronze; autumnal colors in spring.
  12. Parker Owens
    You share some experiences with me - especially pruning and clearing in the sugarbush. My dad used a chainsaw, but I hated the thing, so I used a bow saw instead. I didn’t write much about clearing during June and black-fly season though - I fear I’d recall too many swear words. Thanks for reading these!
  13. Parker Owens
    I’m so glad these brought back good memories to you. I hope this spring may be equally sweet.
  14. Parker Owens
    I enjoyed hearing about your memories too. The big farmer in town used horses for some of his sugaring; sadly, his son just put that farm up for sale last summer. Like me, he’s much older, stouter and grayer now, but in my memory, he remains golden haired.
  15. Parker Owens
    I am very glad you took a journey down my memory’s lane in this set. If you could picture in it bare trees and dirt roads under blue skies, laughter and attraction amidst the clouds of steam, then that in itself is sweet.
  16. Parker Owens

    Grappling

    Parker Owens commented on MythOfHappiness's story chapter in Grappling

    How fortunate these two were to experience silence and retreat, rather than shouting and aggressive denial. I can only hope that the tears will last only for a brief season, to be replaced by joy.
  17. Parker Owens

    The Eye

    Parker Owens commented on MythOfHappiness's story chapter in The Eye

    I can barely scrape the words together to agree wholeheartedly with @AC Benus here. This is great story wrapped into a magnificent poem.
  18. Parker Owens
    Drill a hole far enough, not too deep, and insert the clean tap, angled up, to catch the new nectar surging from its long rest diverting it to one’s own purpose, collecting the spring’s sweet promises. ~ ~ ~ On a good day, the sun rises over a cold landscape to bathe the hillside in clear, golden warmth, hitting the treetops first, then warming their trunks and feet; After breakfast, we ride out under clou
  19. Parker Owens
    There's a special time as winter changes into spring. Here is a time to remember.
  20. Parker Owens
    I’m drawn to this poem. It makes me feel both desperation and determination. The line: Words are the only sword I own and I don’t stand here alone echoes in my brain especially. Thank you for posting this.
  21. Parker Owens
    You make two excellent points about this beautiful piece. The first is that this is clearly intended as a same-sex love lament. The language you explain makes it clear, and the music cements it. What or who impelled Mahler to write this, I wonder? The second, unarticulated one, is that in order to keep this kind of understanding in the minds of just a very few, we teach the barest minimum of foreign languages and music. It’s no surprise that both of these subjects are on the chopping blocks at both college and high school all over the country.
  22. Parker Owens
    The only piece of Bortniansky’s I knew was that hymn tune (the Russian anthem as it was). This is a revelation.
  23. Parker Owens
    Last week there were aconites and crocuses blooming in green grass. This morning, I went skiing under the stars. Your poem writes of this kind of experience perfectly.
  24. Parker Owens
    I imagined Eustace and Marge connecting as friends, at the least. They would make an interesting pair, though each was set in their respective ways.
  25. Parker Owens

    Questions

    Parker Owens commented on Mikiesboy's story chapter in Questions

    You ask questions in Number 2 that occur to me also - sometimes at my desk at work, sometimes in the middle of the night. I don’t have answers, yet I’m comforted that I’m not the only one asking. Number 1 makes me feel breathless, as if I were part of a movie scene. Thank you for such vivid questions.
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