tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657515350922188738.post1352716333523673169..comments2024-03-29T07:13:29.065-04:00Comments on Humbucker Poems: edgeBrother Olliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07506492407482879487noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657515350922188738.post-87950644192424568382022-01-09T19:44:03.049-05:002022-01-09T19:44:03.049-05:00“left over heat
from a near fist fight in the gran...“left over heat<br />from a near fist fight in the granola bar aisle”<br /><br />Ha.<br /><br />“cities burning<br />masks hanging on rearview mirrors<br />blue glove in the ditch<br />we are<br />on edge”<br /><br />That is such tight, effective writing.✿https://www.blogger.com/profile/01044032159371976375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657515350922188738.post-82005795132778242192020-06-06T20:02:01.761-04:002020-06-06T20:02:01.761-04:00We are on edge...and the virus spreads. This poem ...We are on edge...and the virus spreads. This poem is a metaphor for our crazy, out of control dystopian times. Life feels like one giant loser parking lot brawl. Your prose captures this well. Thanks, SCSquare Cornerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17629157708485887615noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657515350922188738.post-59013433093105256342020-06-04T13:15:42.848-04:002020-06-04T13:15:42.848-04:00That's for sure. Maybe this is the transformat...That's for sure. Maybe this is the transformation of consciousness we have been waiting for. We live in hope.Sherry Blue Skyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01926508656571639801noreply@blogger.com