tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980661477245033955.post7465761997680011042..comments2023-11-01T11:17:40.377-04:00Comments on True Stories, Honest Lies: The poems that feed usLaurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06434407684834155358noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980661477245033955.post-67915985086053458802014-03-13T10:24:14.850-04:002014-03-13T10:24:14.850-04:00I am pondering the way language is a challenge and...I am pondering the way language is a challenge and a solace, dear Laura. We translate our grief, our pain, our joy into something else, connected but focused as the feelings were not. Does this make any sense?<br />Regardless, here in the dot -- the electronic simulation of a dot -- at the end of this sentence is a world of love for you and Kevin. Johttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09998024592192318156noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980661477245033955.post-39686011119421183562014-03-13T09:12:43.461-04:002014-03-13T09:12:43.461-04:00I love cummings! He had such a great sense of life...I love cummings! He had such a great sense of life and humour.WorldofStorieshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03010484326191796221noreply@blogger.com