Great stuff as ever. my dog got run over because it used to worry the horses in the paddock over the road. my dad said he'd gone to a farm because of my baby sister and it being too dangerous. so ... my sister wasnt my favourite thing when i was seven... way to go dad! the divorce was fine though. better for all of us.
yeah... when i learned the truth about the dawg... i was like... so I hated on my baby sister for no reason. great. now I feel like a shit. so... that's all good then. as you were.
Anything that pushes limits is going to have a strain on mental health. Had I found the 730 paid subscribers I hoped for this would be one of the greatest things I ever did for myself. If the platform would have stayed the course it might have been possible. Even 500 people would have provided some peace of mind. But no one can ever take it away from me.
Like so much of your work, this clangs many familiar chords. A beloved student I’ve worked with through highschool, a poetic spirit is having catastrophic senior year due to his father’s ketamine addiction, ensuing divorce, economic collapse, utter loss of momentum and motivation. Trying to figure shit out w him. No easy answers.
There are never easy answers. Money can usually put some fires out the quickest. I hope the kid gets some help. The dad too, but I know I’d be ex-booze junkie tough loving him if I knew him.
That’s one hell of an epiphany - for both of them.
It feels like you gave us a gift, J. Thank you.
I try to give you all lots of gifts
An excellent poem!
Certainly heartfelt
Great stuff as ever. my dog got run over because it used to worry the horses in the paddock over the road. my dad said he'd gone to a farm because of my baby sister and it being too dangerous. so ... my sister wasnt my favourite thing when i was seven... way to go dad! the divorce was fine though. better for all of us.
I hate those lies that are told because the truth is supposed to hurt worse
yeah... when i learned the truth about the dawg... i was like... so I hated on my baby sister for no reason. great. now I feel like a shit. so... that's all good then. as you were.
Gritty. The demons of the parents visited upon the son.
That's what happens
Angry. Sweet. Mean.
Some of the stuff of life.
What We do with it is up to us.
I was trying to dig the sweet out of the mean
Wow. Great ending to a great story.
I let the characters take me there. Didn't have that ending in my head at all.
I enjoy reading your stories daily. But don’t keep doing it at the expense of your own mental health. Even though you are helping me with mine.
Peace - hope you’re well
Anything that pushes limits is going to have a strain on mental health. Had I found the 730 paid subscribers I hoped for this would be one of the greatest things I ever did for myself. If the platform would have stayed the course it might have been possible. Even 500 people would have provided some peace of mind. But no one can ever take it away from me.
Bravo
Gracias
Thanks for the great read!
Happy you like it. Really trying to create some quality over here.
Like so much of your work, this clangs many familiar chords. A beloved student I’ve worked with through highschool, a poetic spirit is having catastrophic senior year due to his father’s ketamine addiction, ensuing divorce, economic collapse, utter loss of momentum and motivation. Trying to figure shit out w him. No easy answers.
There are never easy answers. Money can usually put some fires out the quickest. I hope the kid gets some help. The dad too, but I know I’d be ex-booze junkie tough loving him if I knew him.