Not a cream saucer
to top to the tightrope-
brim or a bowl for Supameat.
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Strange thing, Richard, I was just thinking about the time as a boy when I crawled under the porch at my aunt's house and discovered the mummified body of a cat. And now I read your poem, and there's this haunting sense of loss that meows in the corners of my mind. I like your work and am glad you are writing. Phillip
thoroughly excellent richard, i think your voice was stronger and more assured in this than maybe anywhere else i've read. somehow you sounded different to how i remember, possibly colder, viewing the horrors with a surer eye.
Yes, a really exquisite one. Very original, very tight. As far as I'm concerned, you're one of the stars around here.
fine fine job here, Richard. it would have been too easy for you to steer this poem into the Maudlin Mudslide. instead, you merely reported what you saw and that suited this poem well. Jake