My Buddy Jesus
03 Dec 2011 04:35
Dan, I read all your poems, trying to use the eye of the heart more than the ear of the editor. (smile) Of course I found a lot of awkwardness, and it wasn't always easy to see through the unremitting anguish of much of your poetry. Nevertheless, I did see that they were written by a musician. I could almost hear you singing them in today's style. And, I found small nuggets of gold here and there. Here are just a couple: Life is too short to talk in tongues made of knives. From poem Johnny Ray by Dan Ochs Two houses, no home. From poem Family Ties Revised by Dan Ochs They may seem like faint wisps of praise, but to write words that stop someone's heart is a rare gift. Thank you.