Mother Died Tomorrow

I remember reading this. Good stuff.*

Favorite moment:

"memories that no longer make sense

to serene a ballerina
to quickly the stars
to immunize her property tax
to remarry Guadalcanal"

- and a strong way to close.

Good piece, Bill. *

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Such fine pieces tonight.

Powerful, Bill *
A living death

So on point. ***

Poignant, tender, awful and artfully composed. *

Thanks, Amanda Sam, Chris, Gary, Rene, Charlotte, and Matt.

This shows the poetry of a life up close and personal.

Best part is the title.

I *'d for the title. I am a little saddened by the small dreams of one's other half's mother and what those might mean in the nocturnal. So I say. Yet, did I, when I had the full post-childhood chance, learn as if correctionally to knit? Hadn't I already learned and enjoyed to embroider, to macrame, to crochet, to needlepoint, to hand- and machine sew in childhood? The future might be a mango or it might be an avocado in the practical arts. It might be.

Thank you Darryl, SDR, and Ann.

This is intense, and of course, I chose to read your poem on this significant day- my mother's birthday. Thanks, Bill, for reaching into my core and touching, probing, questioning our existence, and theirs. *

Intense and poignant *

Thank you, Robert and John.

So much to ponder.*

Thank you, Brenda.

Wonderful flow and closing. because ;-)

Thank you, Marcus.