Welcome to the inky, sweaty and tearful crowd, Tania. It's such a great publication and Charles, the Editor, is so unstuffy. Poetry unbuttoned! I'm off now to read your piece.....
This works on many levels but I think it's not only the utter inappropriateness of the thoughts but who is having those thoughts that gets to me. We make such assumptions about people.
Julia, it is such a great place, made me feel very comfortable about not really writing poetry! Jo & Nik, thanks so much.
Jim - how lovely that you stopped by. I greatly enjoyed your poem about lemming poems falling off the edge. I don't know much about poetry, I feel like quite an ignoramus, but the image you conjured in those few lines is very powerful.
I beg to differ with a comment above... I find the thinking of your 'Granny' entirely appropriate and an affirmation that no matter the age we are all people with love and sex at the base of much of our thinking.
I hope I never stop having these thoughts - not about Jimmy, but about a girl I choose to call Sandy (after Sandy Shaw and not her real name either)...
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Welcome to the inky, sweaty and tearful crowd, Tania. It's such a great publication and Charles, the Editor, is so unstuffy. Poetry unbuttoned! I'm off now to read your piece.....
well done. x
Loved it, Tania.
Nik
This works on many levels but I think it's not only the utter inappropriateness of the thoughts but who is having those thoughts that gets to me. We make such assumptions about people.
Julia, it is such a great place, made me feel very comfortable about not really writing poetry!
Jo & Nik, thanks so much.
Jim - how lovely that you stopped by. I greatly enjoyed your poem about lemming poems falling off the edge. I don't know much about poetry, I feel like quite an ignoramus, but the image you conjured in those few lines is very powerful.
I beg to differ with a comment above... I find the thinking of your 'Granny' entirely appropriate and an affirmation that no matter the age we are all people with love and sex at the base of much of our thinking.
I hope I never stop having these thoughts - not about Jimmy, but about a girl I choose to call Sandy (after Sandy Shaw and not her real name either)...
Loved the peom...
Cheers, Tania.
best
D
Wonderful place to be published, Tania, and truly well-deserved. Love the prose poem, hope to see many more.
Ah Douglas, was it Sandy's sweaty teenage hand on your thigh...? Those were the days!
Deborah, thanks so much, I love prose poems, so maybe there will be more!
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