Bijou

Well, hell. And I’m just now discovering your art? Of course I’m following.

I lived in that room. Skid row hotel, edge of Chinatown. Vancouver B.C., Canada.
Gritty perfect images. The sacred women on the corner with cars pulling over at four in the morning.

Ferlinghetti would have loved you, but since he’s moved on, I’ll do my best

Ah yes, in that room ....
Raw and gritty and real, that's where it comes from.

What a lovely comment Mrd, I thank you not only for that, but for enlightening my creative side that much more.
Ferlinghetti .... What rock have I been hiding under and where has he been all my life?!
It seems I have some reading to do, thanks again!

Dear K,

For me, this poem really defines those moments in life when everything feels like it’s closing in and I can’t feel any more diminished. You’ve captured that stark feeling brilliantly. H🌷

Yes, exactly, that raw, vulnerability we all feel at some point in our lives makes us human. Human emotion has so many sub categories that remain unnamed.
And then there was poetry.

Thanks for taking time to visit and leave a few words, truly appreciate it

Gritty feel
Yes stark
Stunning eroticism

BIG LIKE

Thank you kindly, appreciate the visit

Pure and unadulterated

Such is life, yes?
Thanks Tim

such strong emotions

Thank you for the visit!

Hoi Hoi
What a lovely storyline!
And it’s only now, that I discovered it.
Not a moment too soon.
Thank you very much!
Kind regards, Gus

Thank you
for the visit Gus,
I always enjoy the comments
and company