Catching up on your Unsent Letters, and wow, loved this one Silvio.
What a mature thing to say, or think, for a 14 year old, "Man is like snow: white, pure, and immaculate as it falls; dark, dirty, and fleeting as it melts away." Also, heavy.
My dad lost his best friend when he was a bit older than you two, and this made me think of asking him more about him about it. I wonder how he sees it, and I also often think about what I would feel if it happened to me. Glad you put this into words.
You make the whole world into a friend by sharing these. I can't imagine anyone reading these without feeling the intimacy of your humanity. Intensely personal and totally universal all at once. And the last line! It makes me want to be a more present man.
Catching up on your Unsent Letters, and wow, loved this one Silvio.
What a mature thing to say, or think, for a 14 year old, "Man is like snow: white, pure, and immaculate as it falls; dark, dirty, and fleeting as it melts away." Also, heavy.
My dad lost his best friend when he was a bit older than you two, and this made me think of asking him more about him about it. I wonder how he sees it, and I also often think about what I would feel if it happened to me. Glad you put this into words.
Thank you so much, Oscar. And thank you for sharing this reflection. It’s hard to put into words.
You make the whole world into a friend by sharing these. I can't imagine anyone reading these without feeling the intimacy of your humanity. Intensely personal and totally universal all at once. And the last line! It makes me want to be a more present man.
Thank you, Rick. Your words are always so poignant and beautiful. Grateful to have you as a reader and friend.
I eagerly await the book.
Bravo, Maestro.
Steven! Wow, that capital M is so undeserved (as are the rest of the letters in that word). :) Thank you for your appreciation, my friend.
...what poetry brother...
Thank you so much, my friend.