Parker Owens
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I am in awe of a man who has figured out the routine that works.
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Whoa. A temple aboard a spaceship? Cool. And Lakshou sounds like he could be really good for Kohen. But what is it about Lakshou that inspires calm and sweet rest? Can't just be incense and soft cushions, can it?
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He had a name, once, and may wear it again. He is relearning his humanity. Perhaps the others will help him recapture it quickly. But to experience taste and hope is a heady first step.
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This is so terrifying and harrowing. The one thing one wants to do - to offer a hug and human warmth - will hurt him, cause him grievous harm. What possible purpose could this torture have served?
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Oh, wow. Great opening! I am seriously hooked.
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It makes me sad to know how right you are, tim. Perhaps our poems change no minds; that true, too, I think. Your kind words are encouraging, nonetheless. But maybe poems can let my tears flow faster, so I can get to the work of trying to mending things sooner. Thank you for reading and for your comments.
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This is an awesome chapter, as Caleb perks back death’s layers one by one. The rivers flow back to the living; a perfect return. Yet there remains Orpheus to deal with...
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You and I are both bereft, our peace utterly broken. Thank you for reading and for your response.
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You and I agree, Michael. I only wish this last time was the last time. Then I could write of happier things.
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Thank you, Moggy. Our tears must strengthen our resolve to find solutions. Thanks for reading and responding.
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Thank you, Def. I appreciate your reading these and responding to them. We do what we can. A friend of mine holds out the hope each time that this will really be the last time. May he be right, for once.
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Jocelyn Elders, onetime Surgeon General, likened gun violence to a public health crisis, an epidemic - a public disease. You have hit upon part of the pathology, certainly. Thank you for reading and responding to this.
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I only wish there was a good answer. Thank you for reading and responding.
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Thank you. You're very kind. I could not agree with you more.
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Tear Tracks Tears fall far more slowly than bullets ever fly; please explain, for I am sorely confused; why must we be required to watch this race between wild eyed anger and innocent children? Pandemic What madness is there in modern man that drives him to seek abundant death? What vaccine, what immunization do we need to stop this virulent pestilence? Our tears and our rage are
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Thank you. You have my thanks for reading and my hugs for your kindnesses. Mom rests now in a lovely place, and in peace.
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Skyscrapers and Clouds
Parker Owens commented on Mikiesboy's story chapter in Skyscrapers and Clouds
I loved these! Your images of woven mats of cloud, and whales of gray are inspired. Wonderful sensory writing, making great use of this form’s structure. You make gray days interesting and exciting. -
Ecstatic is more like it. And for the record, I’m humbled you wanted to do so.
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Love this idea. I’m going to be waiting, now.
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Oh, thank you, Jp. Your comments are poetry in and of themselves. The apple can surely be a feast. Many thanks!
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They are possessed of some marvelous properties...but then, I find curves of many sorts to be sexy...thanks for reading!
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You make me blush, my friend. Thank you!
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Such simple, lovely and sensual pleasure is the original apple. Thank you!
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Apples are far more sensual than they are given credit for, I think. Your comment points that out perfectly. A feast for tongue and taste and teeth, indeed. Thanks so much for reading this and responding to it!
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The Apple The apple with the smoothest skin, such gentle colors blush therein, which curves with subtle, perfect form, it must inspire a man to sin. That beauty's proof against the storm, through chilly nights and days so warm as might excite the flesh beneath and appetites beyond the norm. Arouse that flesh, it will bequeath delight within its rosy sheath, it lingers on the palate's thought, a thrill to shake the soul and teeth. This fruit, forb
