tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3582596629166002913.post8605136859192514940..comments2023-06-27T08:09:01.756-05:00Comments on d smith kaich jones: we can't handle the truthd smith kaich joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13450581639610967780noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3582596629166002913.post-69101537223174358792016-11-07T06:35:47.839-06:002016-11-07T06:35:47.839-06:00Thank you for this. It is a conversation, or as I...Thank you for this. It is a conversation, or as I once told Mark S., a duet. An exchange of moments. We listen.d smith kaich joneshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13450581639610967780noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3582596629166002913.post-22320845897765853282016-11-07T06:32:13.734-06:002016-11-07T06:32:13.734-06:00That seems like a message, doesn't it? A sign....That seems like a message, doesn't it? A sign. A goodnight. Goodnight moon, goodnight owl. <br /><br />xoxoxd smith kaich joneshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13450581639610967780noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3582596629166002913.post-26299138983102042922016-11-06T19:01:47.612-06:002016-11-06T19:01:47.612-06:00Oh, you write with the rhythm of the ages, the way...Oh, you write with the rhythm of the ages, the way history and her story were passed to each new storyteller, the way we learned that life is hard and life is hope, and only the moments mattered.Michaelhttp://michaeldouglasjones.blogspot.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3582596629166002913.post-47993132776851816832016-11-04T10:21:45.698-05:002016-11-04T10:21:45.698-05:00Labels are like tiny prisons. Your writings make m...Labels are like tiny prisons. Your writings make me think more deeply about things... right now, how many labels I have just accepted without noticing, even though I want nothing to do with them. <br /><br />There was an owl outside my window last night. Three calls, and he was gone.Jaimehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04803308252202460126noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3582596629166002913.post-72454253022638056842016-11-03T18:42:33.973-05:002016-11-03T18:42:33.973-05:00oh sarah. i wish you'd been with me, standing...oh sarah. i wish you'd been with me, standing at the door watching the wolf dog. he seemed to not touch the ground. he seemed mostly spirit or shadow.<br /><br />i remember years ago watching an owl fly <i>over</i> the streetlights - wintertime, cold, still, his belly white against the sky. i've never forgotten that image. and now i have <i>this</i> memory to add to it. hashtag my neighborhood.<br /><br />xoxod smith kaich joneshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13450581639610967780noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3582596629166002913.post-43549275591782548072016-11-03T18:36:41.999-05:002016-11-03T18:36:41.999-05:00you are always so kind. thank you. and no, i hav...you are always so kind. thank you. and no, i have no book. i only have these small moments, a few sentences, not even poetry. i haven't yet figured out how to make a book from all that. :) xoxoxd smith kaich joneshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13450581639610967780noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3582596629166002913.post-9894003343428826382016-11-03T17:39:22.565-05:002016-11-03T17:39:22.565-05:00stunning, so beautiful, you mesmerise me.stunning, so beautiful, you mesmerise me.sarahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03818420999930644450noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3582596629166002913.post-39964233338324765272016-11-03T17:22:25.281-05:002016-11-03T17:22:25.281-05:00You write so beautifully, even as you write about ...You write so beautifully, even as you write about worry and exhaustion and wanting things to change. Have you written a book yet? If not, I hope you will one day. You have a gift.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14383805058088327332noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3582596629166002913.post-4640531961621570102016-11-03T11:32:37.054-05:002016-11-03T11:32:37.054-05:00perfect. perfect. they are easy like butter on hot...perfect. perfect. they are easy like butter on hot toast. perfect and true.d smith kaich joneshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13450581639610967780noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3582596629166002913.post-63646774404965232902016-11-03T10:28:09.987-05:002016-11-03T10:28:09.987-05:00Labels. Never liked them, hated that so many are s...Labels. Never liked them, hated that so many are spread about. Easy like butter on hot toast. Sounds in your night were peaceful compared with our celebration of a wild ride in baseball. Into the wee hours of daybreak the horns, shouts and fireworks of 108 years of waiting finally set free. Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02166011380454448476noreply@blogger.com